FROM THE LIBRARY OF
REV. LOUIS FITZGERALD BENSON, D. D.
BEQUEATHED BY HIM TO
THE LIBRARY OF
PRINCETON THEOLOGICAL SEMINARY
I MAR 29 1933 1
FOR PASSION-TIDE AND EASTER
A. CLEVELAND O >XE
(►trt Aqnus Clti
N I-. W VuRK
JAMES POI T .v COM!
By A. CLEVELAND COXE.
Press of J. J. Little & Co.,
Astor Place, New York.
1'kk poems here collected have been written,
nearly .ill of them, at the Season they celebrate,
in successive years. Some ot them were written
more than forty years ago. The " Paschal New-
Moon," it" I recollect, is the oldest of the series.
All that it may be desirable to say as intro-
ductory to this book will be found in the Notes.
I beg my kind reader to consult them, on points
that may require Scripture citations and other
references for the elucidation ot the text. If any
of tiie poems are worth reading at all, they will
be found worth reading more than once, in con-
nection with the Church Lessons of the Season.
The Paschal-Season, as here understood, ex-
s from t'ne appearance of the Paschal New-
i to the octave of Pentecost, or Trinity Sun-
day. Hon* sublimely the Christian poet has
"' As through a zodiac moves the ritual year
Of Holy Church : stupendous mysteries,
Which whoso travels in her boson C)
As he approaches them, with solemn cheer."
gned to open some of tl
"stupendous mysteries," especially to mind
beginning to know and love the Church's system,
and to feel the attractions of her holy methods
for imparting a knowledge of the Scriptures, and
of those "truths that wake to perish never."
I pray God that all who accept my guidance in
these Scriptural Meditations may be helped by
it toward that Heavenly City which the glory of
the Lord doth lighten, and "the Lamb is the
A. C. C.
Tm Paschal New-Moon 6
The Great High Priest 15
The Transfiguration 19
Thb Garden 22
Spring Rains 25
ial Emblems 27
Sv.mh >i.s in Art 30
Hidden Flowers 33
The Saviour 36
Scripture Tokens 38
The Day of Palms 40
The Well-spring 51
A I Ivmn OP Faith 53
The Rose op Sharon . . 59
Holy- Week 61
Mi 5SIAH 63
The 1 "<<rv 11 74
Caiaph ks 78
Pontius I'ii.a n 80
Following thb Lamb
THE Wan or SORROWS IOS
Golgotha . 104
The Man of Sorrows. 107
The Cross no
The Three Crosses 112
The Atonement 116
The Desire of Nations 120
The Burial 124
The Sepulchre 126
Easter in the Garden 131
The Easter Eucharist 134
The Bird Song 135
The Butterfly 137
Easter-Eggs .... 139
The Royal Yarn 143
Easter Virelay. 147
Song for Easter 149
Easter in Patmos 151
The Angels on the Ark 154
The Walk to Emmaus 159
The Earthquake 163
The Mystery of Life 167
The Innocents 173
The Unbaptized 175
A Thought from the Fathers 182
The Ascension 186
The Unspeakable Gift 188
The Two Pentecosts 190
The Giver of Life 196
The Trinity 195
TO MARY AND ELIZABETH,
IN PARADIS1 .
The rainbow oft, on tears ot April-tide,
In the sweet week of Easter, we behold ;
Its bow of beauty, like the Crucified
Bending from heaven, all nature to enfold
In Love's embrace. Then from that throne of
'Mid iris-lustres, in the highest sphere,
tns to bend down its arch of enierolde ;
And Paradise, it Seemeth very near,
if the dwellers there perchance our
Sweet sisters, in rep i ir new names,
Yet let me dream ye hearken. Once, in time,
Ye were my muses, and ev'n more than fan
I courted your applause, m youth's glad pi
Wi listened to my boyish rhyme
2 TO MARY AND ELIZABETH.
With eyes that shone, as now they shine in
Ah, borne too early to abodes sublime,
Fain would I know ye take it not amiss
Though angels' songs ye hear — to list a lay like
Ye cannot hear my later songs, alas !
Ye dearest ones that deign'd to praise my first :
So grieved the Weimar poet, in the glass
Of memory gazing on fair forms that nurst
His young adventure, ere its blossoms burst
In fancy's flowers and fragrance. Such my
When for these songs, my last — perchance my
I coveted your ear. Yet are they fraught
With His dear Name of Names, who our redemp-
We grew together, lov'd by one whose pride
Watched o'er the budding of your loveliness ;
Nor knew we, for too soon, alas ! ye died,
All that he wrought our tender years to
Mingling wise counsel with his fond caress.
Wisdom and wit were his, and nature gave
His manly, heart a maiden's tenderness ;
TO M ak\ AND ELIZABETH. )
And Christian hope adorns his lowly grave,
Where, on the field he fell, Christ's soldier, true
Nor less, while your sweet life was link'd with
I shared her love, who o'er your cradle bent
And trained your earliest thought to thoughts
For oft to me her kindly care was lent
In words of cheer, with gentle warning blent,
When to the poet's shell I tuned my youth.
She loved all arts the soul that ornament,
And wing'd her nestlings, like young birds for-
loft betimes and bask in li^ht and truth.
We parted, where the snow-peaks all aglow
Shone like an opal, and the setting sun
Flamed o'er the Pyrenees, in pleasant Pau,
Al <\ e doth run :
And as we gazed, each an enraptured one.
is well we heard no LVC our own ;
For seem'd our lite beginning when 'twas
And with that sunset, oh ! forever tlown
knew, and hopes no l<
4 TO MARY AND ELIZABETH.
Yet may I glean a moral from that day
Of parting, and its light o'er mount and glen,
For in the Sun's own clime, the poets say
He reigns at sunset, wears no crown till then.
So goes the adage, too, of meaner men ;
The end crowns labour. Welcome life's soft
Who sings the Resurrection cries Amen,
As lengthening shadows mark the hour to leave
This life's deceitful scene, for scenes that ne'er
Ev'n as a bird forgets its wonted note
When death o'ershades its bower, and comes
The smile that seemed upon its song to dote,
So when ye slept, my listless hand gave o'er
And lost its cunning ; for I grieved heart-sore,
Tuneless my shell and unfulfilled my dream.
Now, faith reproacheth that I thus forbore ;
Wake, languid shell nor moan, by Babel's stream ;
Wake, from the willows wake, to Faith's trans-
Yes, wake my soul, in swan-like notes to sing
Of that blest home, where, nevermore to die,
M \k\ wi> I LIZABI III. 5
To them that slept comes Life's i temal spring,
Where Love enthron'd all human tears shall
1 leans claim their kin and brightens eye ti I
Sweet sisters, ye are safe. For me, how rife
Perils of Conflict, ev'n as years draw nigh
That bring the grateful furlough after strife,
And shines our even-star, the dawn of deathless
THE PASCHAL NEW-MOON.
Welcome thou little bow of light,
Faint gleaming in the Western height
O'er Day's decline !
Thou, to the busy world of men,
Art but the month begun again ;
But to this eye of mine
Lighted by Faith's diviner ken,
A season and a sign.
Welcome, reflected in the rill,
Thine image on the waters, chill
From melting snows :
But brighter, in the depths serene,
Of my glad soul, thy sacred sheen
The Church's index shows ;
Regent of holy-tides, and Queen
Of Easter's dawn and close.
Thou hast been waited for : the lore
Of holy sages, long before
Hath marked thy day :
THE PASCHAL NEW-MOON.
For with thy heavenly march sublime,
The Paschal-eve and Paschal-prime
One Lord, one law, obey ;
The Church hath calendared thy time,
And traced thy starry way,
And key-note of her Easter-song,
Is thy sweet tune, thy path along
In yon blue deep :
We watch thy crescent, till its rim
Is filled with glory to the brim,
And .^till our fast we keep ;
Then, tide-like, swells our Kaster-hymn,
Round the whole earth to sweep.
Thou bringest cheer ; thou ende^t days
Of fast with feast, of plaint with pr.
Of rue with balm.
Beauty for ashes thou dost bring ;
iil of joy tor sorrowing ;
►u bringesl calm ;
Thou cha triumphing,
: Litany to Psalm.
The bow of Joseph, thou ! Thy light
Reminds me of the I lebre
And Egypt's wrong ;
THE PASCHAL NEW-MOON.
Reminds me of Mosaic priests,
Their hyssop-branch, their bleeding beasts.
The prophet's goodly throng ;
Their bitter herbs, unleavened feasts,
And hallelujah-song :
Reminds me of that night of gloom ;
The Twelve, the One, the upper-room ;
The Bread and Wine :
Of Olivet remindeth me,
Of Kedron and Gethsemane ;
Of Thee, Redeemer mine !
Thy cross, Thy cries, Thy victory,
Stupendous love divine.
O Paschal moon, to wax and wane,
Though short thy date, how wide thy reign
Afar and near.
Thou art the Church's harvest-moon :
She sows in tears, but reapeth, soon,
A sheaf for every tear.
Shine on ! We catch thy heavenly tune,
And shout the harvest-cheer.
Her seed shall bruise thy head, and thou shalt bruise his
heel. — Gi:ni>is. iii. 15.
SWEl r spring, from clefts of Rolen's Rock,
»h'ning its meads that poured,
teflll to man and herd and flock,
And birds that stooped and soared;
Bright rill, whose waters crystal-clear
'n Silo's fount excelled,
And sent, meand'ring tar and near,
Broad brooks thenceforth that well'd :
Hint of life to slake our thirst,
Four m:. ins that f<
Then pa lcK,
nd South and North,
:1th and youth,
Tho 1 and Truth !
Streams that are one as on they flow,
From age to age the same,
Yet broader and more glorious grow,
Rivers of Life their name;
Refreshing earth, reflecting skies
That smile above and shine,
Till, in the better Paradise,
They lose their flood divine.
Sweet parable of promised grace,
The serpent's head to crush ;
I love th' unnumber'd rills to trace
That from that Promise gush ;
To see how confluent words of love
Enlarge their onward tide ;
And how, as to that sea above,
The waters grow and glide ;
How prophecy becomes, at last,
The Gospel in its strength,
Flooding the world, and forth and fast
To heavenward speeds, at length ;
How in that ocean, boundless all,
Where faith is turned to sight,
The streams of truth and promise fall
And lose themselves in light.
By it, he being dead, yet speaketh.— Hf.h. xi. 4.
Tis at fair Eden's gate, where bright
Shine the rapt cherubim,
. waves that flaming blade ot" light,
Barring the way to Him
Wh< L iw hath set the sword,
»e Love the reconciling Word.
Who shall that irate of glory ope
And Paradise unb
Behold the Promised Seed, our Hope ;
Of Life the Mornii
Whose symbol is a lamb that died,
With spotless fleece our shame to hide.
Lo ! first of woman born, app
Brothers in manly youth,
And to that
Where Mercy shines, and Truth.
One brings the choicest of his sheep.
Anon, their votive altars rise :
Faith's altar Abel rears,
And binds the lamb of sacrifice
With contrite prayer and tears ;
While for atoning love he pleads,
And views the mystic lamb that bleeds.
Forth flames the fire of love divine,
But, of those altars twain,
On one alone its glories shine :
Cold is the pile of Cain,
Where, piled with gourds and berries crude,
God may partake a sinner's food.
Cold is the heart of unbelief
That spurns the bleeding Lamb.
But hot is envious hate, and brief
Its slighted conscience-qualm.
Abel, faith's earliest martyr, dies,
Yet lives and speaks his sacrifice.
Oh ! dread rehearsal, long before
Of Calv'ry's darker day,
When the Good Shepherd came and bore
In death our sins away :
When envious hate, with deeper stain,
Renewed the sacrifice of Cain.
•he Priest of the Most High God.— Gkni SIS, \iv. i-.
OUT of the mist of ages comes, unknown,
His crown 'd and mitred mien,
Wh > evermore, a Priest upon His throne,
I live and reign
The King of righteousness His sceptre she
While palms and olives near the Prince of Peace
And Father Abraham bends and bows before
One greater far than lb- j
Forth come the Bread and Wine, prefiguring
Than feeble sense may
The offer'd tithes His sacrifice proclaim,
His High-priesthood own of everla
tic king ;
The King of Righteousness whose names disclose
Of Peace the Prince and spring - :
The wine-press, for our thirst, who comes to
And for our hungering souls to break the Living
THE GREAT HIGH PRIEST.
A Priest upon his throne — Zi:m. vi. 13.
'Mm Alpine peaks, a hoary height and lone
• makes the morn its crown,
rht o'er the mists. So shines the heavenly
re Abram's faith bows down,
And comes — tremendous Name — God's own
With faith's mysterious I
id, Unborn, the Wonderful and dread.
He brings forth Wine and Bread,
Which, on that spot, he in
Disclosed at hist and known, th' Eternal Word
In Salem's upper-room, that awful night,
with twelve recline.
With bitter herbs they k< J rite
takes I le Bread and W
Think, < ) my .soul, 'tis ! I I v same,
Meh His Name.
1 6 THE GREAT HIGH PRIEST.
The Man that is God's fellow, from of yore,
All human priests before,
Whom Abram met and own'd mankind's Desire,
Who blest that faithful man of faithful men the
We, then, his sons, as Father Abraham bent,
To Salem's Prince bow down ;
To Salem's Great High Priest our souls present,
And own His Cross and Crown.
His pierced hands we kiss, and pierced feet ;
For offertory meet,
Our alms, our hearts, ourselves bestow,
And all our pride down throw,
Athirst for God, and crying to be fed
Lord give us ever more Thyself, the Living Bread.
For Oh ! once more, where thrones confess the
Our eyes shall see the same,
Ancient of Days, of ages the great Rock,
Who comes on wheels of flame !
Serene He reigns o'er earth and earthly things,
The Lord, and King of Kings ;
And sits, a priest upon His throne,
Th' unchanging priest and lone
The Order of Melchizedek sublime
Before all worlds who bore, and bears beyond all
Tmi: « rah ... wen- bitter: therefore the name
of it was called Marah And the Lord shewed him a tree,
which when he had cast into the waters, the waters were
made sweet— 'Ixdd. xv. --3-25.
The Branch that sweetens Marah's wells.
How she, whom all mankind shall
,ared our nature's bitterness,
Till He, upon her breast that lay,
Took the sad taint of Eve away.
Hark ! o'er the Krythrean main,
TlS Miriam's timbrel flings the strain,
Prelusive, to the faithful
Miriam's name and Mir
Alike the taintless Maid I
in with healing in H
1 8 MARAH.
Of Gilead's Tree the spicy fare,
The balm and the Physician there,
To Marah and to Miriam give
The touch that bids the leper live.
Mysterious tokens, from afar
That antedate Messiah's Star,
The rapt Magnificat foretell,
And shew the Branch to Israel,
Who reigns and speaketh from the Tree,
I am the Lord that healeth thee.
speared in i:l<»ry, and
decease which He should accomplish at Jerusalem
Transfigured on the height,
Ere yet two thieves between,
lints in light,
Id the Lowly One,
In vesture like the snow,
glistening like the sun,
In glory's noontide glow.
- Moses hovering to
And from his :
jah comes anear :
Fur Peter, John, and Jan
Hear Him, th' Incarnate Word,
Words from high heaven declare :
Son of the Living Lord,
His Well-Beloved Heir.
Yet talk with Him the twain
Of death, reproach and loss,
Of thorns and nails the pain,
Of wormwood and the Cross.
Where naught the faithless eye
But shame and death can see,
These holy ones descry
O'er death his victory :
For, in that dazzling blaze,
The true Shekinah sheen,
Outshining noontide's rays,
The Cross transformed is seen.
They talk with Him of death,
Like those who sing the psalm
With harps, and trumpets' breath,
Of Moses and the Lamb:
Breaks forth St. Peter's tongue,
He seems to heaven so near,
As if response were sung,
Tis blessed to be here.
I in i R INSFIGUR \ : [ON. 21
n shall this scene recall
isc blest apostles three,
n bends the God of all,
In dark Gethsemane :
When, of the Lord of Life,
The bloody sweat they scan,
And horrours gathering rife
Around the Son of Man.
Dejected, yet sustained,
In that mysterious hour,
Scattered, but yet regained,
a ri>es Christ with power,
How joys the little flock
In Tabor's light to see,
Of ages the great Rock,
The Lamb of Calvary.
They heard the voice of God, walking in the garden in
the cool of the day.— Gen. iii. 8.
The flowers are zealous Christians in our clime,
And oft with their sweet selves they seem to vie,
Upspringing, as with holy rivalry,
Which shall look cheerfulest at Easter-time.
Therefore, to me, all gardens in the spring,
Seem Joseph's garden, with religion rife ;
Full of the Resurrection and the Life ;
Of teachings full and holy worshipping.
Blest be the darling crocus in its birth,
That from its icy sepulchre doth burst
Full of divine ambition to be first
Of all God's flowers, in holy Easter-mirth.
And blest the hyacinth, of varied dyes,
That forth, all fragrance from a rotten root,
Like grace from nature's misery, doth shoot,
In the bright season when the Lord did rise.
THE GARD1 N.
ed be all flowers that come in time
ischal altar; \
iwdrop, and arbutus, and mosses wet
From rills that cheer the forest with their chime.
There, 'mid the new-spru . I love to
.here the upland wood in tender green
Of its first verdure, like a mist is seen,
Fringing each tiny shrub and wintry stalk ;
Where every sunbeam lights a miracle,
clothing of each cold unsightly thing,
The spreading of the hills with carpeting,
The garnishing of moor and rock and tell ;
Where near at hand, or down the vista opes
The view of earliest blossoms, red and white,
'Mid tints rod light,
And the sun's n the hilly .slop
re o'er the
Imp vl with po
24 THE GARDEN.
So, walking in the garden, heard God's voice
Our fallen parents, but they heard with fear ;
While we, redeemed, exult His call to hear,
And with all nature in His smile rejoice.
For who, that lives by faith in his true heart.
Knows not the meaning- of returning Spring,
Lifts not toward heaven the soul's aspiring
Longs not thus upward dovelike to depart ?
Oh ! shame, when flowers are Christians and
With all their beauty to adorn the Feast,
That Christian men should oft be last and
Though bidden to the marriage-supper first.
went dp a mist . . . and watered the whole- tact ol
and. And | .1 formed man. Gl
The showers n( April on the violet's bed,
And on the earliest snowdrop's drooping head.
Aiul on the new-sprung blade
( m' pr arvest, shed —
1 low fragrant have they ma
: the sweet morn that round our
home hath played !
ry joy of home and love and life,
The tender love of mother, sister, wife,
The bliss that children bring
To cheer this mortal strife
And Tim dowing wing ;
I .; ranee forth in Christ
hower of love and gl
>rth from dearest friendship's fond em-
26 SPRING RAINS.
And answering face to face
With commerce of kind eyes,
The perfume that is best, and all that deepest
None know what loves, none know what friend-
Save they whose life in Christ is hid serene,
Who live and love in Him !
Only such love, I ween,
Grows bright as eyes grow dim,
And lives beyond the grave among the Seraphim.
Moses ami all the Prophets. He expounded
unto them in all the Scriptures the things concerning Him-
WHY to those whose art might rainbows throw
( >n clouds and shadows of the Law — so rare
iven the heart to sketch in colours fair.
Those golden parables the Scriptures show ?
Deem not St. Luke the first our Lord to paint;
For in the Prophets, as in diadems
That Hash and sparkle with imperial gems,
I see His beauty crowned, nor dim nor taint.
And were the pencil mine it should expi
How, v meseems
A vision multiform, wherein, like dreams,
r, 'mid bowers of lovelim
And dullest wits should warm and
The tap'stry work ofScriptur ive ;
but as the; ave
■ . tir^t am : bow.
28 PASCHAL EMBLEMS.
Not of His glorious countenance one trace
Would I of painters borrow. That, for me,
Shines out in His Evangel, even as He
To those who love Him would reveal His face.
But the red rood in colours would I shrine
And glorify ; as, 'mid the stars, alone,
That cross shall glitter when the trump is
Ev'n as it glitter'd once to Constantine.
And as a portrait is with brilliants set,
I would enrich that sign, beneath, above,
And all around, with emblems of God's love,
Entwined with arabesque and quaint vignette.
Eve's fig-leaves should be figured, sere and
Poor human arts to hide our sin and shame ;
And coats of skins, whose fleecy snows pro-
The Lamb can clothe the sinner; He alone.
And Cain's oblation, that high heaven offends,
Melons and gourds Faith's sacrifice should
While, on the firstling of blest Abel's dock,
The fire of God. in flaming low, descends.
On I ich form that rose
And kindled rapture would I trace around ;
There should the Shepherd and the Stone be
And Joseph bleeding 'mid his archer foes.
While in far vision, half assuming shape,
Should Judah's blessing ante-date the day
That from His vine unbinds and leads away
The ass's foal, and presses its red grape.
And there that Rock should rise, engrav'd <>f yore
With Paschal emblems, by the U/./ian's hand,
That he who runs might read and understand—
Our d< emer lives, fur everm
SYMBOLS IN ART.
A light that shineth in a dark place, until the Day dawn
and the Day-star arise. — 2 Peter, i. 19.
In an old castle, 'neath the Pyrenees —
I see ev'n now each height
Glitt'ring with opal light,
And the rich meads below, the river and the
In that old castle, thro' long corridors,
The guide me led, one day,
As 'twere thro' history's way,
Where the dead past revived sad loves and
Behind the arras of a lordly hall
He brought me, and I stood
A moment in deep mood,
Where once th' assassin lurked, close crouching
by the wall.
Behind the tap'stry, in a dubious light,
Its rougher side I read,
Just making out a head,
A hand, and whal ? 'twas hard to read aright
And yet, methought, a figure on a hill
med glittering like a shrine,
As if some grand design
Were hidden in the woof, but half emerging stil
Blindly I strove its story to descry,
Its hero or its scheme ;
But, as in mystic dream,
I felt Messiah's form was on that mountain high.
I felt, hut could not see ; tor me defied
Crewel and scarlet thre
earns or red,
Those traces taint and rude of Art's untoward
But when I came that tap'stried hall within,
Full flash'd, with w(
The whole transpoi ne :
.y virion blest it shone Id ' kin !
32 SYMBOLS IN ART.
Brighter than Moses' face, in morning light
Messiah's form I viewed ;
And what before was crude
Came out in full design, as day deposes night.
No more I spell'd and groped some clue to find
'Mid weavings deftly wrought ;
Clear was the artist's thought.
Who could not see it all, his eyes indeed were
And as I went, this moral deep I drew :
Ev'n so, of Holy Writ
So dark to human wit,
And those twin Testaments, the Old and New,
The Myst'ry is made plain ; who runs may read.
Even on the side severe
Messiah's signs appear,
Though faintly, in the Law, we trace the Prom-
Yet as in these old patterns of the loom,
Of yore the prophets wove
Their tapestry of Love ;
Who scans the Gospel-side sees what they meant
Tin- testimony of JBSI - is the spirit of prophecy.
When o'er the Spirit's words I pore intent,
My soul is like a maid
Thai Maying in the woodland shade,
To spy here, there and everywhere, the (lower
That most she covets for her own bright bower.
So everywhere I seek, and always find,
The fragrant thing I prize.
The tlower of flowers, whose beauty in mine
Surpa^seth every kind
Of plant or ^ r em, or creature blest with grace,
aildhood with its smiles, or woman's fa
I find, as violets are found in Spring,
liut all too bright and fragrant to
I so that ! ing
.four faith be dim,
34 HIDDEN FLOWERS.
I find my Saviour in the Rock ; the fount
That gushes from its cleft ;
In the cross'd hands of Jacob, right and left,
In Moses' Burning Bush and fiery Mount,
In Bread, in Wine, in wood, in nails, in thorns,
In every figure that the Psalms adorns.
And when there pass, athwart the scenery
Of the rapt prophet's dream,
Mysterious shadows, flecking the sunbeam
With something dark and undistinguished,
As in the wood that made the iron swim,
So, in the cloud, I still see only Him.
In Miriam's song 'tis Mary's voice I hear ;
And Marah's bitter well
Sweet'ned by that fresh Branch of Israel,
Is the foul pool of nature made sincere
In Mary's womb, by Him she did conceive,
The Second Adam, born of the new Eve.
Nor, as my foot along the desert shore
Treads in old Israel's way,
Beneath that fire by night and cloud by day,
Fails my fond heart to find, as I explore,
HIDDEN FLOW] RS,
The sands beneath me sparkling with His love,
Kv*n as those symbols of His Truth at>
So, when in Elim's grateful shade I bait,
The good Physician nigh,
I count the wells of health that spring hard by,
1 then the trees that bear the luscious date,
And find the Seventy, in that grove of palm,
le the Twelve Apostles of the Lamb.
>\veet to trace the Gospel in the Law ;
Faint outlines and obscure
Like the first crayon traits of portraiture,
Which the great Masters were enforced to draw,
Ere in the amber light ot art divine
Transfigured Christ might on their canvas shine.
So ever, as the Book of Life I scan,
Still be my soul a maid
Seek in sun and shade.
I'd rather shout with Eve — "I've found THE
Four thou I soon, than live or die
Without the Faith that breathed in that fond
Thou shalt call His Name JOSHUA, for He shall save.
The serpent's head to bruise whose heel shall
What shall His Name be called — that Promised
The oracles were dark,
Yet oft that name was heard as from the cur-
" Tell me thy Name," the wrestling Jacob cries :
" Why dost thou ask my Name ? " the Word re-
And Jacob spake, o'erawed —
" This place is Peniel : I saw the face of God."
" Thy name no more henceforth shall Jacob be,
But prince of God, for thou hast power with Me — "
So spake that tongue of flame ; '
And Israel knew 'twas God, even from his own
1 III SAVIOUR.
'iir and God ! a mystic name that weaves
Both words in one, the Son of Nun receives
As leader of ( rod's band —
Where Moses could not lead — into the Promised
m that Paschal I've, at Canaan's door,
Comes the true Captain of Cod's host. P>efore
That Joshua divine
The meaner Joshua kneels, a shadow and a sign.
Comes the true Joshua now, the Virgin's Son,
That Saving Name of the Anointed One
Unfolds prophetic art ;
And .Mary kept such things and pondered in her
ntateuch like morning's tire
111^ coniil . light ; and David's lyre,
:e that shinedj
me in mystic words
tountains dull thro' all the silent night
Glitti ' ') and show their crests in light,
. from the prophets star
When Moses is read the veil is upon their hearts.
SOME fail Messiah's radiant signs to see
In each prophetic scroll
Which the old rabbins of the Law unroll.
They read the page of mystic history,
The flaming Psalm, or Canticle benign,
As though 'twere human lore, and not divine.
Forgive poor Israelites when souls baptized
God's glorious Word explore,
To grope and feel their way and find no more
Than the blind leaders of the circumcised,
Where Israelites-indeed with rapture scan
The Son of God, the promised Son of Man.
So everywhere th' anointed eye descries
A greater Solomon,
A nobler David, the Almighty One
Whom Abraham saw with Faith's uplifted eyes.
For not in feasts alone, but, day by day.
The Scripture, as with sunshine, cheers our
S< RIPTURI l ( 'ki N 39
And me, Christ's footprints striving oft to tr
• >in>\\ ing where 1 le led,
By old prophetic symbols comforted
And plodding onward as with patient pa<
Me oft a rapture seizes when I view
me veil withdrawn — faith making all things
here they wash the glitt'ring sands for gold
In bright Golconda's mines,
I 'mid the sparkling grains a diamond shines,
h the well-shaken sieve with greed must
5, it is so great a thin
And then 'tis claimed for tribute to the kii j
So, when some word in Holy Writ shines out,
ding my ardent sight,
As 'twere tl itlnd u gem, the Mount-of- Light,
I claim it for my King. Tis Christ's, no doubt;
For claim it lawfully what mortal
I the measure of a man.
THE DAY OF PALMS.
Thy King cometh unto thee : He is just and having sal-
vation : lowly and riding upon an ass, and upon a colt, the
foal of an ass. — Zech. ix. 9.
The Paschal-moon proclaims the Feast is nigh,
Whose sign in heaven the faithful still obey ;
And as she sails through airy waves on high,
Cleaving the clouds that break like ocean's
My soul, like her, finds out its heavenly way,
And walks with God. I taste Siloam's spring ;
While the high service of this holy day,
This Feast of Palms, prolongs my worshipping,
And all that scene brings back of Salem's tri-
A light on Zion of the Spring's sweet morn
Is glistening from the Temple's every spire ;
An early crowd through each high gate is borne,
And thronging pilgrims, with insane desire,
Hither and thither, for their way inquire,
Urged by some strange alarm, they know not
The truant boy runs past, with soul on fire;
And Judah's mothers, as the surge goes by,
Strain o'er the long highways a vaguely vacant
TUB DAY OF PA1 MS. 41
M Ho, child! what makes thee from thy tasks
•• N :v. blame me not, thou reverend Saddu-
The worl I to meet Him, for they say
Tin le draws nigh. Nay, hark ! 'tis
: do not hinder me !
Thou, too, shouldst see Him, With a word He
out the devils, still the raging sea,
uncalled a buried man
That had been tour days dead ! Hark ! " cried
the boy, and ran.
All this — while bitter Rabbins heard to spurn,
id mocked with sneers the idly prating
A ruler heard and felt within him burn
The soul that communed once with Christ by
taught to frame aright
The urchin its intent he knew.
Anon, upon the Tempi- ;ht,
I 1 that noble Jew ;
There let us stand with him, and all the
42 THE DAY OF PALMS.
Along the vale, and clown green Olivet,
Judaea's peasants come in straggling throng ;
And one among them on a beast is set,
In lowly state, yet passing meek along.
Loudly they chaunt ; and now the mellowed
By starts, upon the fitful breeze upswells.
Unwonted strains the echoing cliffs prolong ;
That rapt hosanna, 'mid Moriah's dells,
Alike strange things recalls and stranger things
Yestreen the Sabbath closed. To-day the rocks
Resound with bleatings ; from the emptied
The little lambs, in droves and frighted flocks,
Are led to bleed like Abel's lamb of old.
Another Lamb comes with them; and behold !
While bitter herbs are for the Paschal bought,
Tokens abound, and symbols manifold,
That ne'er before unleavened bread was sought,
Or hyssop from the wall, with like fulfilment
For yonder crowd upsends the very word
That long agone was heard from Zachary,
Bidding Jerusalem behold her Lord,
And promising His coming thus should be
Majestical, in meek humility.
THE pay OF PA1 IIS.
, the very stones outcry;
And shall the tribes of Jacob sullenly
\ hen, before their eye,
Son of David comes, and God Himself draws
Tis thy list Paschal, Salem ; fatlings fed
And turtle-doves anon shall cease to bleed;
For he that thus fice is led
Ks Abi-a'm's Lord and Eve's expected Seed.
He that makes all things new for human •
Comes like the sheep before her shearers dumb
To bear the thorny crown and barren reed ;
this is He — amid the city's hum,
patient Paschal Limb that sayeth — Lo, I
Though speechless He, thus, to the hurtling
Whispers the Spirit ; while from palm and
spoils to bear, bet ore Him
to strew 1 lis royal w
And clambering youth wave branch*
Of peaceful olive o'er the ice.
d Hymn that never inure
44 THE DAY OF PALMS.
All this, the while, full many a faithless eye
From roof and terrace, faithless still, hath
And dull Herodians, trembling at the cry
Of Pilate's minions, seek what this may mean.
For now, emerging from the deep ravine,
The pomp hath passed within the ponderous
From porch and jealous lattice forth they lean,
Mother and maiden ; hoary fathers wait,
Uplifting shrivelled hands, to view this kingly
"Back, brawling slave. While Caesar is your
This shall not be," a mailed centurion said,
And struck to earth a youth, that, clamouring
He knew not what, his errant comrades led.
" What next ? " a Levite breathed, and shook
A Roman knight came prancing by and sneered;
A flaunting Pharisee deep curses shed
On vulgar skulls, whileas a lawyer leered ;
And close at hand — 'twas He — the Nazarene
The foal unloosed from Judah's vine he rides,
But low derision frights the stumbling beast.
TUT D W OF PA1 45
••Yes, mark that token well," respon
.. father ! SO 'twas prophesied, at I
Our King should ride," rejoined one gentle
'Twas hers that poured the spikenard at the'
And o'er His feet with streaming tresses hung,
That, much forgiven, loved much, and thus to
Stand thou within this portal, and thine eyes
Melchizedek, of ancient
Lo ! on the ass's foal, in lowliest guise,
The Man that is God's fellow ! Breathless Stay,
And wait with throbbing heart till comes this
The Man of Sorrows. Yes, He draweth near.
>d ! I cannot look without dismay :
His youth is old, and on His cheek the tear
Hath early worn full deep the marks of many a
In t inest thou
Hath >nt its un mistaken I r
And His mild eye with Love imn
While the shorn lamb is thus to slau.
A.6 THE DAY OF PALMS.
And bulls of Basan roar with maddened men.
Joy lights the scribe's dark brow to see Him
In toils full deftly spread. Why thus, again,
Where late they took up stones, seeks He their
wolfish den ?
" Hosanna to the Son of David ! " Yes,
The shouting people know not what they
Yet oft the voice of man doth God's express,
And as o'er chaos moved the Dove serene,
So oft in tumult is the Spirit seen.
Hosanna ! let the Temple open wide
Her golden gates, thrice-blessed Nazarene,
To welcome Thee, whom prophets glorified;
For Shiloh is thy name; the sceptre thine beside.
So to His Temple came the Holy One ;
And He who heeded not the people's cheers,
When lisping babes proclaim Him David's Son,
How tenderly their infant tongues He hears !
His kindly voice their cherub voices cheers,
And, while blaspheming priests with bitter
Repress the chorus, lo ! with loving tears
He owns their homage, long by seers fore-sung,
The perfect praise and pure of babes and suck-
nn D w i 'i i'\i MS. 47
Nor marvel thou if on tin* backs abhorr'd
Of thieves, that chaffer'd in the Hous
Sounded the threshings of that whip of cord,
claiming that the Temple's Lord was
,ion riseth from his lair,
while the Lamb in all His features shone,
And that same hour, more wont man's \
aled the - the sufferer's moan,
r and blind and lame — all sorrows but His
Oh ! Lamb of God, that tak'st our sins away,
So moved the Infinite within Thy breast,
With myst'ries from before Creation's I
Thus to take part in our poor world's unrest ;
>ur relief to be Thyself di
For man's reU the victim bound !
orship, my Redeemer blest;
For not, like Thomas, would I probe Thy wound,
>id me : tomb un-
48 THE DAY OF PALMS.
To feel my heart burn in me, when reveal'd
I see the Law's dread page, the prophet's
And trace Thy tokens clown from Eden's goal :
For thus is purged from rheums and scales as
Man's skeptic eye, and parables unroll
And Psalms unfold Thy Name — each weary
Of those that walk with Thee to brighten and
But lo ! the Paschal moonbeam from the
On Kedron's rill sheds holy influence bright ;
Now cleanse their platters Pharisee and priest,
Their hearts fermenting still with Cain's
Their leaven of malice taints the legal rite,
For Joseph's breth'ren hate him. He afar
Hath gone where Martha's kindly lamp gives
And Mary listens with enrapt Lazar,
Till shines o'er Bethany once more the Morning
Nor the leaven of tweed.— St. Mam. xvi. ia,
TllF moon is full, the moon shines fair ;
The feast is nigh ; o\ leaven beware I
Unleavened bread bejudah's care.
One crumb of leaven, it taints the whole
reat Law-giver's scroll,
rm'd by Sinai's thunder-roll.
>b stand aloof
From Gentile tables ; make sure proof
and home from floor to root.
Scour cup and platter. Leave no trace ;
. spot efface,
n he there, s<> 'had and b
Outside so clean, but all within
Fermenting ma] e and sin ;
! th 1 unleavened days begin.
. is put asi
. and guil<
They would not enter Pilate's hall :
Twould leaven and defile them all.
Horrours, to think of such a fall !
So taught the scribes, and wonder we
Such blind and senseless rites to see :
We marvel at the Pharisee.
We marvel ; but ourselves, the while,
Doth naught of that old leav'n defile ?
Of malice naught — nor hate, nor guile ?
How dare we, Shepherd of the sheep,
With Thee our Passover to keep,
Unpurified from stains as deep ?
Gracious the Lent and blest the week,
If steadfast, and in duty meek,
Sincerity and truth we seek.
So may we joy to keep the Feast,
From chains of sin and shame released,
With Thee our Prophet, King, and Priest.
1 Welt— Numb.
Tin great Law-giver .smote the Rock :
Forth gushed the waters at the sh
And Israel drank the wave, as 'twere a shep-
herd's Hock :
Spring up. < ) Well !
! that Rock to slake their thirst :
It followed them as at the first.
Where'er they went afresh the Rock would burst:
Spring up, O Well !
servile toil to dig the sand
Hut nobles, with their sceptred hands
k the parched soil and spake their mild
Spring up, < > Well !
Their prii ed the arid plain,
d the hidden springs amain ;
Whil daughters danced and sang the
S| I I I Well !
52 THE WELL-SPRING.
That Rock was Christ the Crucified ;
Nor, till the soldier pierced His side,
Knew they what Well of Life it signified
Spring up, O Well !
And still along Life's desert way
That Rock yet follows us each day :
We ope that streaming font where'er we pray —
Spring up, O Well !
The babe that to the font they bring
Invokes again the hidden Spring ;
Those rosy lips, had they but words, would sing :
Spring up, O Well !
The priest, that in the utmost lands
Before the Christian altar stands,
Says, o'er the crimson'd cup uplifting hands-
Spring up, O Well !
Oh! then, to cleanse my soul begin,
Bath of my soul, from shame and sin :
And that I thirst no more, spring up within ;
Spring up, O Well !
A HYMN OF FAITH.
How arc the dead raised up ? and with what body do they
come ?— i C
things be? Sr. John, iii. 9.
I do n :nyself in great matters which are t<>o
high for me. - 1
THERE arc, like that old Pharisee by night,
• ilk, in darkness, with the Light of Light,
Answering, like cuckoos, to each mystery —
How can it be ?
How are the dead raised up ? — as 'twere in strife
With Him, the Resurrection and the Lite ;
ry to sight and thought
Were daily brought !
But me, content, the Psalmist's rule restr
rds my soul rcfr
I but live, all undt :
54 A HYxMN OF FAITH.
For base, at best, that impudence of doubt,
That mocks the Infinite, with searching out ;
As if Who wrought of Nature the deep plan
Were weak as Man.
I would not be more wise than what is writ,
In things that are too high for human wit,
Sublimer far to own th' unbounded Vast
Around us cast ;
Where oft, like men of lore who read the face
Of spangled Night, I seem to feel in space
New worlds, that were not made for mortal eye,
To Faith draw nigh,
Nor would I follow where, if man hath trod,
Or mounted as on waxen wings to God,
Perchance he ventured towards the throne —
For holy fear.
There is a holiest of the holies— where
The seraphs veil their faces, nor would dare
Look curious upward : for the Holy One
Outshines the sun.
k HYMN 01 FAITH.
Stone-blind the bard - too bold of mind and eyes
\\ i there presumed in fancy's flight to rise —
-blind he turn'd : yet sung of Eden's prime
In dream sublime.
Perchance he err'd, ev'n dreaming, so to blend
With truth his tabic, as if truth to mend.
Nor yet, like Dante, would I pass below,
Where spirits go.
Not me the sibyl's bough or lips should win
Profanely venturing, with the dead in sin,
To follow Virgil and the Florentine
'Mid depths unseen.
For oh ! what better things, from pride concealed,
(US and v;ist arc t<> the meek revealed :
Lin what we fol
Bj stoo| ng
oft, in God's stupendous book, unroll
Tokens of thii,. n, that lift my soul
Out of earths dr fid this life of v
56 A HYMN OF FAITH.
How sweet in childlike love to meet Thy test ;
Because Thyself I know, to trust the rest ;
Because Thou mak'st eternity mine own,
Much to postpone.
Not less where Science bids her tapers burn
It me delights with her to muse and learn,
Discov'ring more and more, in Nature's plan,
That humbles man.
For He who all things made, makes all things
Makes bare His works to prove His word most
Upbraids our sloth and saith to sense and sight :
Let there be Light.
Hail ! childlike Wisdom, hail Elect of men
Who range through space, as 'twere with angel's
Yet own how all that makes progressive lore
Faith knows before.
A Holy Ark fast closed ! 'Neath Nature's lid,
What worlds of wonder un attained lie hid !
Sure, of all knowledge and all truth— the key
Is knowing Thee :
A HYMN 01 1 A I I H. 57
Is knowing Thee, of Love the Bleeding Lamb;
iee, tir unsearchable I Am;
Is in the soul thy seven-fold gifts to shrine,
Thine the true Science, Thine the rainbows
On Newt >n*S glass where tails one ray of light ;
kxl is Light, and light in reason's noon
Is found triune.
Hail, star-eyed Science ! Welcome to the choir
Where saints with Seraphim attune the lyre !
Welcome the seer august who comes to prove
God's earth cloth move :
Whose reverent thought, baptiz'd in heavenly
Not less the Moving Hand discerns and views;
That naught is known :
int whispers from Eternity :
While dark and deep abides die shoreU - 5C I,
Where gleans the sage some shells from Na-
I by its surge.
58 A HYMN OF FAITH.
Thus let us deal with matter as 'tis meet.
Tis naught but ashes under Faith's firm feet,
Naught but the nest where grows the Phoenix-
Soon forth to spring :
Naught but the cottage frail of moulded clay
Whose shatter'd walls let in some light of day ;
Where yearns the soul in life and light to soar,
THE ROSE OF SHARON.
I am the R n. e.
. Crusaders, in ( iethsemane,
Found blood red dowers that now grow every-
But me, each thorny rose that scents the air,
Minds o\ that gory crown on Calvary.
aps 'tis true, from spicy seeds that fell
mbalming, 'round the rocky door,
5 iviour to His rest they bore,
Sprung amaranth and fragrant asphodel.
"er it he, I deem since time began
The tunded hearts :
And still their silent fragrance often si
iks m Signs to man.
They i any, at our Easter tide,
m nothingn rting life anew,
• in all colours bursting into view,
■ It died.
60 THE ROSE OF SHARON.
I know their meaning. To my gladsome ear
The voice of God seems most articulate :
" Ev'n so," it tells me, " let the dead await
My call to rise : in time they too shall hear,"
And shall His children then like earth-worms
And bred of earth with earth contented be ?
Nay, dear Redeemer, Heaven is ours in Thee,
And though we die our flesh shall rest in Hope.
This that is glorious is His apparc! . . . Mighty to save.
—Isaiah, lxiii. i.
WHO comes from Edom ? Who with garments
from the battle comes the conqueror ?
Thus, 'mid confused noise, the prophet spied
Far off ImmanueTs Day, the crimson gore —
The battle and the victor-spoils lie bore.
Can this the Lion be— this snow-white Lamb,
That comes from Bozrah ; while with wild
The crowds, around Him, lift the wavy palm,
And shout, for David's Son, his sweet hosanna-
Can this be II , the Mighty One to 5
> meek and lowly rides the ass's foal ?
tokens Zechariah gave,
where the Isaiah's scroll ?
The Victor in the Victim -O my soul,
Li >n in the Lamb have faith to
And hear'st thou not, the thund
The voice prophetic that proclaims— 'tis He,
comes Ili^ war to w telling Victory?
Thus Faith discerns, in prophecy twofold,
The Hero-King, the Lamb of lowliest guise :
Nor marvels that his signs are doubly told,
Whose many crowns are as the starry skies :
Whose many wounds are countless mysteries.
So Judah's lion is his title, there,
Where stands on Zion, full of wounds and eyes,
The Lamb once slain : the Lamb our sins to bear,
Nor less the Lion too, our dragon-foe to tear.
For this is He, disclosed in after clay,
On the white horse who rode, with eyes of
Him all the armies of the heavens obey,
Whom Lord of lords and King of kings they
The seer of Patmos saw them as they came
On snow-white steeds, and robes as white are
Faithful and true His Everlasting Name :
And diadems upon His head He wears,
Supreme o'er thousand thrones, who God's own
good ointments j Thy Stone
Intment poured forth : ther efor e do the virgini lore
No name but Thine, thou bleeding Lamb,
i earth's foundations known ;
No name but Thine, the great I AM,
ihh's sure corner-stone.
The martyr's crown, the victor's palm,
And heaven's eternal Paschal Psalm,
It that name alone.
Thy many ointments, Priest and King,
lah Thee proclaim ;
Thee, Samuel's oil of hallowing,
< ha I lavid's youth that c
ointed St ing,
That Rock, the Christ, prefiguring
Thine own sweet-Savoured name.
And many crowns, dear Lord, are Thine;
Be crowned with i
The unes divim
pure in heart arc I
At Simon's feast, where guests recline,
While breaks this loving heart of mine,
All this the nard shall say.
So Mary mused — and on His head
Poured forth the sweet perfume ;
Silent her lips, but all was said
When fragrance filled the room.
She gave it for His burial dread,
Whose Name, like precious ointment shed,
May sweeten ev'n the tomb.
The virgins love Thee. Simon's board
Shall know with love how deep.
For all who love Thy Name, is poured
This balm Thy locks to steep ;
Ere thorns entwine Thy brow adored,
Ere gainst Thy flock awakes the sword,
Oh, Shepherd of the sheep !
It fills the room ; it fills the earth ;
Where'er the Promised Seed
Is worshipp'd, in His dew of birth,
His Gospel tells her deed.
Such meet memorial of her worth,
In Paschal fast and Paschal mirth
The willing nations read.
>h ! death reign'd, and Nature's moan
ind children came ;
From kings and cotters, born to groan,
From poor and proud the same.
Till He the Mighty to atone,
Made Life and Light and glory known,
By His Anointed Name.
T i mortal eyes
The Dayspring after Night :
So doth the Morning S:
Where wand'rers hail its light.
Messiah's Name and Sacrifice,
The Christian altar glorii
That shines to Faith so bright.
Though He were a Son, yet learned He obedience by the
things which He suffered. — Hebrews, v. 8.
'Mid olive groves the lantern gleams,
And water'd glades of Kedron's streams ;
With sword and staves and front austere
The lawless band by night draw near,
While Jesus, on the bended knee,
Suffers in lone Gethsemane.
Oh ! stand aside ; draw not too nigh —
Tis not for mortal ear nor eye
That conflict or that prayer to scan.
'Tis not for mind, or thought of man :
An angel stoops to bear Him up,
While Jesus drains the Father's cup.
The Man of Sorrows — breathes His moan ;
His pangs unknowable, unknown !
A Son, the well-beloved, but still
Content to do His Father's will,
Thrice crying to the Holy One,
" Father, Thy will not mine be done."
«;i i HS1 MAN] , 67
Thus In His agonizing swound
ly sweat bedews the ground,
And perfect made by human fears
The Man of Sorrows and of T<
Of brother men all tears can share,
Our pangs can heal, our guilt may bear.
But clouds have dimmed the Paschal moon ;
Of night draws nigh the sombre noon ;
Heard in the tear His soul that frayed
The Shepherd, where His sheep arc- laid,
Draws nigh, the drowsy dock to seek,
gr, of flesh so w -
" Could ye not watch with me one hour ?
But, oh ! of darkness 'tis the power,
may and take your rest.
But, 1. ay ! no more by si
their armed hand."
With swords and staves they come— and this
I am ! i'-.
then my I
The Shepherd smitten — flees the flock,
And trembles he surnamed a Rock.
Lo ! prompt to fight with flesh and blood,
He strikes — to make his promise good,
Yet quails — that bleeding ear restored,
When Jesus bids — " Put up thy sword."
Oh ! slow to learn not steel to bare,
In faith's stern fight of watch and prayer !
Behold the Lamb to slaughter led,
By wolves athirst His blood to shed,
And mute as Paschal victims are,
While Peter follows Him — afar !
Far off he follows Christ, and all
Like him who halt like him must Fall.
: r. < wiui. mil began every I
say onto Hi:n. Lord, tfl it
If you fare along the Rhine,
When the moon at full may shine,
Be sure to halt at Speyer.
And when Lights and shadows fall
>y the minster wall,
You may see what 1 recall,
Admire, tho* rude the
For it moved my inmost t
And its parable I felt
It brought to mind that cry
1 ? "
And my he Irew nigh,
Of the river from afar
No murmur can
JO THE BETRAYER.
One feels 'tis holy ground,
'Mid the trees and shrubs around,
And a holy awe profound
Strikes you dumb.
On a knoll, in soft moonlight,
Lo ! figures that affright,
With staves and swords that slay :
Climbing on they seem to go,
Seem moving to and fro,
Like robbers creeping slow,
To their prey.
Like a serpent's cruel coils
They wind and weave their toils
Round a hillock clad with palm ;
And there, with strarge grimace,
Stands one of thievish face,
Who points with finger base
At the Lamb.
The Lamb of God I scan,
The suffering Son of Man,
And the angel hov'ring o'er;
As He sinks on bended knee,
Those pangs I seem to see,
Which, all for men like me,
1 Ml BETRAYER. 71
Seen So 1 le kneels,
And mine the gtlill I le f<
And it makes me sore afraid ;
For oh ! that serpent old,
; our, but for gr
Is the human I
rompt to go an
stands upon the brink,
1 look, and seem to shrink
Alien I think
Is this the man that sate
lood, I ween,
In a moment 1
72 THE BETRAYER.
Tis habit, nurs'd full long,
Makes the last temptation strong,
And breeds the lust of wrong,
With its shame.
And so from Holy Writ
Comes this warning, fair and fit,
To the heart of one and all :
Fear and tremble to begin ;
F*or adding sin to sin,
As gamesters waste to win,
So men fall.
If the world from pole to pole
One might gain, but lose his soul,
What the profit with the cost ?
Full many a warning word,
Like this the traitor heard,
For pelf that sold his Lord,
And was lost.
And oh ! his madden'd mood,
When down the price of blood
At their feet he dash'd amain —
Who mock'd with scorn and hate,
As forth he rushed to fate;
For repentance came too late,
And was vain.
i m Bl ik w ik. 73
But I smite my breast and cry,
Jesus, " Is il i
As 1 Linger long and gaze ;
be merciful to me,
For not the Pharisi
But the publican I'd be,
All my days.
nine- -the guilt 1 [e feels,
'Neath the angel as I [e ki
Mine His Father's mystic frown :
Nfe thinks I see it \ et,
That brow with dew-drops wet,
And beads of bloody sweat,
I dropping down !
rude and crude the art.
It stamped upon my heart
. thoughts like coals of fire :
m'd indeed to see
A true Gethsen.
are it came to me,
Let our strength be our justice. — Wisdom, ii. n.
Who wrote the Book of Wisdom ? From his
Distill'd the ichor of the prophets' lore.
What Caiaphas would do, he shewed before,
And how they slew the Just, foresaw with keen-
For while the worldly wise proclaimed their
Should perfect virtue on the earth appear,
Him all mankind would worship and revere,
What of the human heart did that true wisdom
Ev'n Plato, taught by Scriptures of the Jew,
Foretold what cruel death the Just should die :
If seen on earth, Him they would crucify
With shame and scourging : this the sage of
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: Ian muse, while 1 tr
I : >m w is l< m's p ige those counsels ol the
vritten, of the high-priests' spite,
With scribe and Pharisee and chiefs of every
Let us oppress the rij Man^theycry,
the just man lie in wait, lire.:
lie blames u^ for transgressing our own la
He is not of our sort, and sure he ought to die.
And contrary to all our ways is I
likes our education and our life ;
Child of the Lord, with other men at strife,
Such is this man 1, who chides our
th he shuns our w, his
i know the Lord ! He seemeth made
•• and our <:
r a man
>urs. It he is gold
just, nor hate him while
God is his Father ! And he maketh boast
That such as he are blessed in their end !
Ha ! let us see — if God be this man's friend —
What happens in his end, when help he needeth
Let then His God deliver this His Son,
If He will have Him — from the cross and rod !
Blasphemer ! if He be the Son of God,
Then let the Father save from death His Holy
So they fulfil what law and prophet saith ;
Such things did they imagine — self-deceived,
And blind through wickedness — such things
Let us condemn him then, they said, to shameful
Of blameless souls they loved not the reward,
Nor knew God's mysteries ; nor wages sought
Of righteousness — but death, by Satan brought,
While lo ! the just shall live immortal with the
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So far the Book of Wisdom ; thus they spake,
As 'twas forewritten. [n the midnight dark,
They wait their victim with their band : and
They come with clamours rude, the welkin that
prophet of the Jews — 'twas Caiaphas
id — "for I ")d, this man
should die : "
let the people hear him prophesy
nans next will do ; for so 'twill come
" They shall come hither and our place make
And takeaway our Nation," 1
In Rome that arch of Titus still may show
soon the Rom and all destroyed.
The high-priest rent his clothes. — St. Matt. xxvi. 65.
Night in the cruel high-priest's hall
And night his soul within !
Of Caiaphas — that whited wall,
Who hath the greater sin.
How blood-stained in the book of time
The page that doth record
His deed of darkness and of crime,
Who judged his judge and Lord.
Go read how meekly him before
The Lamb of Abel stood ;
How he who Aaron's mitre bore
Could shed Messiah's blood :
Mere type and shadow of the law
He scorns the substance true,
And God's High-Priest, whom Abra'm saw,
This priestly traitor slew.
Aye, read that oracle of flame,
His victim's answer dread ;
Adjured in great Jehovah's name,
What God's co-equal said :
Hereafter, thou who judgest Me
Before My bar shalt stand,
m o\ Man shall see
high-priest rent his clothes, but knew
Not half that rending meant ;
That day, the temple of the Jew,
day, its veil was rent.
tiadowy priesthood thus he doflPd
With that symbolic vest ;
tiizedek, while yet he scoff d
►re him stood confess'd.
phas was In- who gave
This counsel — so it saith —
The people of the Jews to save
man should die the death.
Like Balaam's beast he prophesied,
knew 'twas of the Lord ;
>f himself he spake, nor lied,
1 the Spirit's word.
Then let the Romans come ; their prey
i them bear a v.
the Living room :
For He the one
Wh i lade known —
The Priest shall make an Atonement for the soul that
sinneth ignorantly and for the stranger that sojourneth
among them. — Numb. xv. 24-29.
Some say he was a Teuton. Where the vine
Purples the hillsides of his fatherland
Were bred those hinds, they say, beside the
Who toss'd the dice, with red remorseless
On Jesu's raiment. These His corse divine
Watch'd in the sepulchre ; a brutal band
Pacing - , stern sentries, round that sealed tomb,
Their shimmering- helmets glittering in the
It may be so ; the legend suits my song-.
With Pilate came they, those barbarians bold,
To make his weak dominion sternly strong-
And quell the tribes of Jacob in their hold ;
Those tribes so fierce against the Romans' wrong,
Untamed and turbulent and uncontroll'd,
And daring- oft ev'n Roman chiefs to vex,
While Caesar's yoke weigh'd heavy on their
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With these, 'twas Pilate's task and toil ausl
Tiberius' mastery supreme ;
Nor marvel that with policy severe
He scorn< d their superstitions as a dre
in other Romans, his career
Was cruel and remorseless in its scheme.
S policy alike for Jew and ( \r
trample on the proud and spare the meek.
then ; but where Caiaphas was priest,
A Christian's sad reproaches. Thi
ilate in the hist
Of that p day, that bloody feast,
Wa-.n even apostles trembl'd and could tie-
all, perchance, ignoble was his mood.
Who strove and pleaded, feared, and yet with-
Dragg'd from his lay-break, see him
Contemptuous o'er the i his hall,
e that disturbed his bed.
forth, impatient at their i
iiiinl aad thief-like
82 PONTIUS PILATE.
Grand in his awful goodness, lambkin dumb
Before his shearers — how the satrap shrinks
From that dejected front, amid the hum
Of voices claiming judgment. Courage sinks
Before his victim, as like fiends they come,
Clinch'd fists uplifted, and strange tongues
Greek, Hebrew, Latin mingled. Hear their cry !
Can Pilate scruple one more Jew should die ?
Now opes the dreadful drama of that day !
"Take him, and judge him for yourselves."
As one contemptuous from their hordes away.
Louder they clamour, he more fiercely spurns,
While thirsting for Messiah's blood they say —
"Not ours to deal the shameful death he
Who breaks our law ; and then 'tis thine alone,
'Gainst Csesar's rival, to uphold the throne."
'■ He makes himself a king ! " they said. 'Twas
The son of David, of that palace floor,
Should tread its art Mosaic under feet !
There — never stood a Nazarene before ;
But Pilate leads him towards his judgment seat,
And talks with him apart, where arching o'er
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ning pavement, set with coloured stones,
s flamed with gold, a glory meet for
u Art tJion a king, then ? " to the Lamb serene
lli> judge makes question ; while, instinct with
His eye surveys that meek yet manly mien.
And U- inge that he should stand so
The heir of Solomon. He hearkens keen.:
"Thou sayest it Who told it thee?" But
More strange those words that followed, when,
ruth He spake! Said Pilate: "What is
Think of that moment, when, more bright than
en flash'd, and left him
Echoes within t a thought new-born,
As on that awful sufferer he gazed :
•• What is truth ? " he . not with
f • Truth incarnate, turning
To - l*s truth, defiant of assault:
Hear him : " I find in him no fault.*'
84 PONTIUS PILATE.
Comes to his ear, amid their wild uproar,
Herod's foul name. Of guilt in Galilee,
They charge this man of Nazareth ! Full sore
The hate twixt him and Herod ; yet, thought he,
This shall make peace between us twain once
I'll send the case to Herod for decree:
" Take him to Herod, then," if so ye say.
Frantic they hear and sullen they obey.
Behold '* that fox" ! To his hyaena-den
They drag the pallid Jesus. Bloody sweat,
And those long hours of wakefulness — and then
His famishing and shiv'ring, why forget ?
These have already marr'd this "scorn of men,"
This patient Man of sorrows. Lo ! 'tis set,
The court of Herod, and amid their bands,
Silent, while they make mirth, Messiah stands.
"No answer and no miracle," exclaim
The slaves of Herod ; "let him give us sport."
Yes, "turn him o'er to spitting and to shame,"
The tyrant bids. They mock his mute deport,
And men of war deride his regal fame :
" Now, send him back to Pilate's meaner
And deck'd in robes of lustre he shall go,
Led forth with laughter, o'er his way of woe."
i-< >\ i IUS in \ i i .
Beh< ' more 'round Pilate rings their
CC more his pride confronts t!.
ish, far more than proud, rning all
1 1c sees or I urging mass
: my tides of mire and gall,
Resentful, as they beg For Bar-Abbas.
" Not Jesus, but the robber ! " so they cried.
*• But, Jesus, tlu-n ':" " Let him be crucified ! "
Pilate, tiiy time has come, if man thou art,
To show thy manhood once, ifneverm
see him, baffled, feebly hunt of heart,
id the mad up:
Trembles the ba ITS upstart.
e moment — while their clamour calls for
He feels a conscience in his bosom beat ;
And, silent, ponders on his judgment-seat.
For Claudia's I i him with her :
Her dream of" that Just Man." And shall it
uch a spouse ? Affrighted he —
ffrighted — tun: >re within,
To ask— \ wful m\
They call'd him " tmid their
oh ! " whence art thou ? "
Could (i<j(l more god-like m<
86 PONTIUS PILATE.
As the weak wall resists and not the rock,
So he withstands ; so smite in dread recoil
Those waves of fury. Hear their frightful mock — ■
" Thou art not Caesar's friend ! " Their wild
Strikes at his master-passion, like the shock
Of ocean, when its depths uprise and boil.
Once more, while yet their crafty cries they urge,
Pilate acquits — and gives Him to the scourge.
Then cometh Jesus forth, in thorny crown
And robe of purple purpled now afresh :
For streams the beaded blood his face adown ;
And of his shoulders bleeds the furrow'd flesh.
Behold that diadem of Christ's renown ;
No sheen of gold that glitters in the mesh
Shows like those thorns — withstand the sight,
who can ?
So Pilate feels and cries, — " Behold the man ! "
Behold the Man : behold God's only Son !
Pilate turns preacher : and who else, like him,
Before mankind hath set the Holy One ?
So, seen of angels and the seraphim,
And seen of sinners thus, while Time shall run,
Through dazzled eyes, which contrite tears
Behold the Lamb ! They see — and yet they cry,
" Away with Him ! Him let us crucify."
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•ul the laver bring !
. ash his hands ; he deems 'tis fit
icm and to their seed tins guilt should cling:
" His blood on us shall be "—they echo it !
'•Hi- I lis claim of
And mine the maxim — What is writ is writ."
I am innocent of blood," he cries,
Uplifting his wash'd hands before their eyes.
Mock not this rite baptismal : Who art thou
Call'd Christian, but in spirit all unbless'd,
shamed of Jesus? On thy brow
The e al'd, but when with loyal breast
Hast thou for Him fulfilled the soldier's vow,
Or for that thorny crown and purple vest
Stood forth like Pilate ! When hast thou, sore-
i'd cv'n thine hands to own the Crucifi
Take heed w right
h plead before I lis bar,
Lest I' thee, and may stand
Art thou ( tier ': 'Mid the guilty band
85 PONTIUS PILATE.
Scoff not at Pilate's laver, self-baptized,
If less than his thy christ'ning hath sufficed.
Yet can such guilt be pardon'd ! Who shall say ?
Faith may remove great mountains, and who
That Pilate ne'er repented ? But that day
Full many a Christian Pilate shall disclose ;
And if that blood their sins can wash away,
Who crucify afresh the Man of Woes,
Why not poor Pilate's ? Christ's atonement free,
Washeth all nations, like the vasty sea.
Much have I ponder'd Pilate with such thought,
Weighing His Word, whose ev'ry word is
And while I hope for him, presuming naught,
'Tis mine own sin that makes my soul dis-
Lest to the Christian's door the crime be brought
While ev'n for Pilate pardon is up laid.
Before that clay judge nothing : leave him there,
With Him who for His murderers poured His
Yet for all heathen in their vale of death
Make broad this hope ; and think of Pilate
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lay by day, as. with all nations' breath,
His name is named in all the tongues of men.
"Suffer'd by Pontius Pilate " so it saith ;
>r is one human name within my ken
requent utter'd as this name unblest,
ill the lands and oceans, east or west.
By men, by maids, by boys, by women all,
And all their years of life 'tis said or sung.
Where the great Minster lifts its lofty wall,
Who hath not heard its echoes, while the
sends the Creed, before the people fall
Upon their bended knees — the old and young ?
Ev'n at his mother's knee the babe must frame
With pouting lip to lisp poor Pilate's name.
Sounds not the dread indictment too severe,
Roll'd round the globe, and, like the wand'ring
Put — mercy's accents 1,
"The princes of this world, they never knew
The wisdom that for Christians shines so cle
. never done the deed — who slew
The Lord of Gl Paul,
And ev'n at Pilate's bar, that bleed
Hear how His lips dropp'd mercy 'mid his foes:
90 PONTIUS PILATE.
" Not thine the greater sin." Nor Creed nor
Forbids the hopes that spring from words like
This of his great Atonement lifts the palm
Victorious over Satan ! Still it flows
That fountain of Salvation ; still arise
The fuming savours of that sacrifice.
Hear Peter plead : " My brethren : Well, I wot
Through ignorance ye did it, as did they —
Your rulers : for ev'n Pilate faltered not,
Determined to release him — nor gave way
Till ye denied the Just One." Ne'er forgot,
Be what the Man of Tarsus too might say,
As for himself so for the world beside:
" Mercy I gain'd, for blindly 1 denied."
Nor shall the rocks of Sinai with their flame
Prevail against the Cross ; nor those dread
Against the Lamb that opes them. His blest
The rainbow round His throne in light re-
And sure the heathen in Messiah's name
May see Salvation. Ev'n the law appeals
For mercy to "the stranger," and makes room
For Gentiles, where its Hebrew censers fume.
- 1 rus I'll \ n . i
ire soft words engrav'd
v by Moses' iron pen :
For sins oi ignorance the sin-enslaved
Find mercy in the swe< t Atonement then.
For oh ! the depth ! if Pilate may be saved,
Sure there is pardon for the world of men,
And for all sinners grace is multiplied,
Through the dear love of that blest Lamb that
Methinks poor Pilate stands for human kind,
For all who sin and know not what they do;
So tenderly did Jesus love the blind,
So did His prayer ascend for them that slew.
Sure, where that crimson Cross hath never
Forgiveness may be found and glory too.
it Aaron's priest in type might waft away,
Twas God's High-Pi sh'd out that dread-
Yes, worthy is the Lamb, and who shall tell
How worth), om'd there above,
Where those s hal anther
And higher raptures in the angels mi
There they who drink from life's exhaust
! sing the
92 PONTIUS PILATE.
Shall show how mercy to the blind is given:
'Tis our presumptuous sins that cry to heaven !
And this my comfort when I chant the Creed,
That not for doom we name poor Pilate's
But, as it were, for guilty souls to plead,
Who sin like him, unknown of sin the shame.
Oh ! blest be He who died to intercede,
Methinks the depths of pardon we proclaim —
Naming one sinner's name, for whom He cried,
" Father, forgive them " — through the Crucified.
Ecce Homo.— S. John, xix. 5.
The ploughers ploughed their furrows red
Upon His back bent down,
Then, in the purple robe — His head
n by the thorny crown —
forth of men the Man — and Pilate said
Behold the Man !
The Man that is my fellow — saith
. In the prophet's pa.
Behold the Man of Nazareth
Confronts the rabble's r
>>d-with-us consents to scorn and death.
>lcl the Man !
. He bleeds, and meek He Stands,
The reed b
ev'n the Roman heart that thus
Oh ! moment in the march of time
The greatest and the worst,
When stoops the Son of God sublime
So low, 'mid men accurst.
Tis heathen Pilate thus rebukes their crime :
Behold the Man !
Poor Pilate ! That stupendous scene
He made, for oh ! he felt
How meek in Majesty His mien,
And — sure their hearts must melt ;
So thought he — and he spake with awe, I ween:
Behold the Man !
Not then, as now, might instant Art
That sight so dread make fast,
And grave, as with the sunbeam's dart,
What they beheld aghast ;
But Lord ! of all mankind, make every heart
Behold the Man !
For nevermore shall fade away
That momentary view ;
Age after age, day after day,
To faithful souls made new:
Echoes that voice, and still shall sound for aye:
Behold the Man !
G IBB \i ha.
vet that voice shall cease to thrill
n those who sing the psalm
heavenly hill ;
while they see the Lamb
»ing the Lamb once slain they hear it
Behold the Man I
In the Mount of the Lord it shall be seen.— Gen. xxii. 14.
In this Mountain.— Isaiah, xxv. 6.
As the strong swimmer spreads his hands to swim
So shall his hands be spread,
And seen of angels, seen of seraphim
Work wonders 'mid the dead ;
Shall spoil — of powers and princedoms of the
Their portion and their prey,
Like Moses, when the Cross he made in prayer,
On old Rephidim's Day.
Here the dark veil of death that covers o'er
The face of nations all,
Those pierced hands shall rend, and nevermore
Their tears undried shall fall.
Death shall be swallowed up that day of days,
In victory and peace ;
And in this mount of God shall songs of praise
Begin, no more to cease.
And there the Lord shall make our Paschal
Wines on the lees refined.
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While swells the Alleluia, west and i
A man shall be our refuge from the storm,
n blighting heat and shade ;
When for the poor oppressed [mmanuel's form
The Crucified is made.
FOLLOWING THE LAMB.
Whithersoever he goeth.— Rev. xiv. 4.
The patient Lamb of God, I see,
As forth He goes to Calvary,
And travels o'er that doleful road,
Bearing the cross, his bitter load.
That cross, my soul, thy sins have made,
On Him thy sins that cross have laid :
How should the thought thy heart appall,
Beneath such load, to see Him fall !
Oh, Lamb before Thy shearers dumb,
Like the Cyrenian lord I come,
And fain like him compelled would be,
To bear Thy burden after Thee.
Let me for Thee take up the cross,
And count my life, my all, but loss,
If so partaker of Thy pain,
Thy crown at last may be my gain.
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Thy love on earth allots to me,
Oh, may Thy servant ne'er repine,
Remembering what a cross was Thine !
Yet make no sorer cross my share
Than Thou canst teach me how to bear ;
ember, Lord, how frail I am,
How faint in following the Lamb !
Him they compelled to bear His cross. — St. Matt.
The rustic Simon from Cyrene came,
A Gentile born,
Perchance of Ham's dejected race and name,
Who little dreamed that morn,
As to the town he fared to keep the Feast,
His name should be remember'd, west and east,
Forever and forever, as of one
Who did that day the deed which angels would
Him they compelled Messiah's cross to bear,
With rude arrest ;
Mocking the plain wayfarer's vacant stare,
His awe and look distress'd.
A stranger proselyte, amaz'd was he
Entangl'd in that rabble throng to be,
To hear the soldiers' cry and see withal
Beneath his cruel load the dear Redeemer fall.
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teen, what heavenly legions then down (lew
Him to upbear !
\1 their loving amis— but
They might no further dare :
S Simon's lot alone to lift the load,
And following Jesus o'er the tearful road,
To share his Saviour's burden : foremost he
Of all that bear the cro.^s ; who would not
Simon be ?
Who would not give his dearest Lord relief
'Mid shame and bio
Who covets not to soothe the Saviour's grief
With tender words, like those
Who follow'd near with woman's tears and cries ?
Nay. from such longings to life's duties rise :
Bear but the cross thou art compelled to bear,
And following thus thy Lord---so shalt thou do
THE WAY OF SORROWS.
Bearing His cross. — St. Luke.
Bearing the cross, that baleful load,
He toils along the bitter road ;
The patient Lamb, the cruel tree
Drags forth to ghastly Calvary.
When faint He falls, so worn and weak,'
How to my soul His sorrows speak,
For in that load my sins I scan,
Borne by the lowly Son of Man.
Soon was that cross His racking bed
For quivering limbs and writhing head,
Where streaming wound and straining eye .
Told of His mortal agony.
Blest Saviour, this for me to bear
Was thine, and what for Thee my share ?
Shall I for Thee no prize lay down,
Accept no cross, yet claim the crown ?
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Up the ( : S hard to do,
But mercy comes with precept too :
TOSS Thy love ordains,
w hat Christ compels His grace sustains.
And Abraham said, My son, God will provide Himself
a Lamb. —Gen. xxii. 8.
Little the rich man thought,
When as that place of skulls, that field
Of frightful Golgotha he bought,
All that he did was sealed
Long time before, in old Isaiah's song ;
Strange what his gold might buy should not to
It was Moriah's height,
On the third day that did arise,
Marked by the dread Shekinah's light,
To Father Abraham's eyes :
Fast by his side a youth pursued the road
Who on his shoulders bore a fagot's fearful
'* Here on this mount — God's hill,"
The patriarch said, "it shall be seen —
Let us but work His holy will —
What all these wonders mean."
GOLGOI M \.
"But where the Lamb?" the voice of I
" Here in this mount, my son, God will the Lamb
Lo I where the ram of old
Was in the tangled thicket caught,
Whei - K>nds the cross foretold,
That field tin- rich man bought.
In rile Jehovah-Jireh lay ;
And none remembered now that name of
The gibbet's baleful gloom,
The jackal's loathsome feast, was there,
Till Joseph made the rock a tomb
• garden fair :
ireameel that priests should seek, in Pil
I rock, once more
On either hand a felon's
ring Father willed
ith the wicked in h >m,
: ich, in st tfe, in faithful Joseph's
That Golgotha accurst
Holds the new Adam in its cave ;
And oh ! how all unlike the first —
An Eden from a grave
He gives in that sweet garden, where his Bride
Rose, like a fairer Eve, forth from his wounded
THE MAN OF SORROWS.
Is it nothing
THEY err not who have said, of yore,
Ev'n the child Jesus suffi i
[is days for us the cr vary bore.
And Art this truth hath well made known,
re — ev'n with Joseph's tools, is shown
The child who frames a cross to wake
Those lesser sorrows why forg
That strewed the path before Him set,
And l 'round his death, as 'twere- an evil
Of our indulgent flesh to taste no pleasing a
Thos -at wofk our fall,
And oft the nobler mind enthrall,
. they suffered one
and all !
IOB THE MAN OF SORROWS.
He saw — constrain'd His aching sight —
Men's faces fierce as beasts that fright,
Or made like shapes that scowl in visions of the
He heard — as 'twere of fiends that fell —
The curses and the wolfish yell,
While murd'rers gnash'd their teeth and howl'd
like hounds of hell.
He smell'd — the savour foul and rank,
Ere gall and vinegar he drank ;
And spittle smear'd his face from mouths like
tombs that stank.
He tasted — while they mock'd and laugh'd —
The dripping sponge, but left unquaffd,
Ev'n in his thirst of death, that nauseous dole and
He felt — the blows, the thorns — but this
More keen than nails — the serpent-hiss
Of him who stung his cheek with treacherous lip
I ill- M \\ I >\ SORROWS.
•• Ye that pass by — behold ami
sorrows that are done to me.
Ami is it naught to you ? '* 1 [e asks — ami answer
We answer at the font, and there
Promise tor His dear sake the cross to bear ;
But, oh ! forgive us Lord, and us poor sinners
And I, if I be lifted up from the earth, will draw all men
unto me. — St. John, xii. 32.
Saviour, on thine uplifted Tree
How soon Thy saving work began,
Drawing all human hearts to Thee,
For dying men the dying Man.
Foremost of those who fled — draws near,
With Mary by the cross to stand,
That one whom Jesus loved — to hear
His pard'ning word, His sweet command.
Full soon is changed the vacant stare
Of those who raised the cross so high,
For sitting down they watched Him there,
Touched by that meek, forgiving cry.
Then scribe and priest the ebb discerned
Of passion's tides that stormed before ;
When smote their breasts and slow returned
Mockers who now could mock no more.
Vain those appeals and scoffs renew'd —
" Others He saved, not self, we see : "
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For conscience owns ingratitude ;
gracious 1 !<• I
And lo ! the thief reclaimed at lasl
;.s tow'rds the Christ more near to move,
Tor ev'n those arms, though pinioned fast,
Embrace His all-embracing love.
nished ! At the mighty cry
Uprose the dark that veiled His death,
Forth flam i victory,
While rend the flinty rocks beneath.
Then broke one Roman heart as hard,
That lon<g had pondered with amaze,
And marvelled at the victim marr'd,
That fixed his stern, astonish'd gaze.
The moment that his Saviour died,
sh from that he forth his creed:
i righteous man," he cried —
O Lamb of ( k>d — that cross of thii
When shall mankind it e ?
shall be felt its might (ii
uman hearts I
THE THREE CROSSES.
He said unto Jesus, Lord, remember me. when Thou
comest into Thy kingdom. — St. Luke, xxiii. 42.
At morn or eve, one shining sphere
Sheds its reflected light serene,
But holds its course the sun so near,
That few the little star have seen.
Behold in all its solar blaze
The Cross of Christ, the death divine !
How mean beside its morning rays
The martyr's noblest trophies shine !
The thief's repentant cross to view
Not many for a moment turn :
The Cross of Christ so near — how few
Those meaner splendors can discern !
Yet think what ev'n that cross supplies,
And what reflected light it throws :
How the Great Cross it glorifies,
And all its might and mercy shows !
im niKi i CR( '--i S, I I \
iart) r Jesus ha
.lis and bows his head ;
1 [is are our redemption's pan.
His blood is for atonement .shed.
That other cross the Saviour's power
in all I lis might to s
He dies, but in that awful hour
From Satan's thralklom frees the slave.
rees alone, but clothes with light
The soul so dark to Him that turns :
For when were faith and hope more bright
Than His, who there his God discerns?
A king — though like a worm he seems ;
tighty — though they crucify ;
1 »d — though Him the priest blasphemes ;
1 1:^ Saviour — wh ts to die !
The Resurrection and the Life,
le groaning on the cross he hung ;
How strong the faith, with fact at strife,
That fired the mal
114 THE THREE CROSSES.
A thief, a sinner base at morn,
On that blest Lamb has fix'd his eyes,
And heard His words — till, newly born,
He lives — and all in glory dies.
Dies, but confesses, first, his Lord ;
Pleads with his twin in shame and crime
Repents and prays, and wins the word
Of peace and promise so sublime.
The faith that prayed — " Remember Me
When Thou shalt in Thy kingdom come "-
How great ! His kingdom to foresee ;
That Lamb before His shearers dumb !
Back to fair Eden's guarded door
Redeeming love in mercy goes ;
The flaming sword is seen no more,
Of Paradise the gates unclose.
Of Paradise— but not the same,
Nor of a kingdom far away ;
But " thou, with me, who own'st my Name,
Shalt be in Paradise this day."
mi: i iiki 1 CR( '--i 5. IIS
i the Christ, the. war to \v
With ho^ts of hell ; while yet to prove
>wer to save -behold tin- gauge
In this the trophy of His love I
The earth its depth, the heaven its height,
readth the widespread world may know,
And lo ! the fourfold eross, Id light,
This parable might seem to show.
rigotha — those crosses three,
That Cross of Christ, the twain between,
And tell what all life's myst'ries mean.
He that believes, though dead he v.
kingdom live and reign ;
rimson'd eross in vain.
No man may deliver his brother nor make agreement
unto God for him, for it cost more to redeem their souls.—
Ps. xlix. 7, 8.
Hail Cross of Christ, whose crimson stains
Flow from the dear Redeemer's veins ;
Our only hope, our only plea,
Our refuge from the storm is He ;
And blest the Father's love, who gave —
In Him — the Mighty One to save.
Of sinful flesh how poor the dream
That man his brother may redeem,
Or for himself redemption win,
By human merit cleansed from sin.
Dear Lamb of God, thy blood alone
Is all-sufficient to atone.
Hail Cross of Christ, o'er life's dark sea,
Rising our Star of Hope to be !
Through clouds and storms that lower around
Thy radiance breaks, and peace is found,
And guided by thy light, at last,
The port appears, the waves are passed.
I HI \|. >NI Ml \ I 117
pilgrim through a world ol woe,
While lure I tare and toil below,
r'd by tin- beams, as pilgrims
Who but d ndly star,
Still shall my heart contented sing,
Hail Cross of Christ, my God and King !
Purge me with hyssop and I shall be clean.— Psalm, li. 7.
The bitter hyssop, springing from the wall,
While Solomon the king is passing by,
Of that imperial sage attracts the eye ;
But did that eye foresee the vinegar and gall ?
A greater King than Solomon is here,
Of that strange herb, the true interpreter,
Whose pungent scent is as the bitter myrrh,
Whose taste like Sodom's sea, or Marah's fount
O'er Moses' book its spray the hyssop throws ;
Its crimson stain the Hebrew's door makes
The purge of sin, the loathsome leper's cure,
All teach — from Christ alone the blood of sprin-
The awful groan from His deep heart that burst
When, uncomplaining on the nails He hung,
When, from the dust of death, His parched
The last fierce torture told in that one word — I
That mnds the Levite's hyssop-bough,
The sponge, with gall and acrid juice, that
The reed with hyssop bound that mocks his
All these, Messiah's signs, are seen in Jesus now.
Kneel we beneath His Cross of Sacrifice,
Smiting the breast, and trembling to draw-
:11 these tokens reading, with deep tear,
While Nature blackens o'er : the Lord of Nature
For so, in jot and tittle, all fulfil I'd,
Even to the hyssop are His signs foreshown ;
Behold the pierced side, th' unbroken bone ;
The Paschal Lamb with bitter herbs is killed.
Around the cross, with thorn and spear and
This plant we twine, of mystic worth not 1
Behold and see, h
The I I Prophets blend, to deck I
hands that bleed !
THE DESIRE OF NATIONS.
So shall He sprinkle many nations.— Isaiah, lii. 15.
Saviour, sprinkle many nations !
Fruitful let thy sorrows be,
By thy pains and consolations
Draw the Gentiles unto thee.
Of thy Cross the wondrous story,
Be it to the nations told :
Let them see Thee in thy glory,
And thy mercy manifold.
Far and wide, though all unknowing,
Pants for thee each mortal breast :
Human tears for Thee are flowing,
Human hearts in Thee would rest.
Thirsting as for dews of even,
Or the new-mown grass for rain,
Thee they seek as God of Heaven,
Thee as man for sinners slain.
Saviour, lo ! the isles are waiting,
Stretched the hand and strained the sight,
Tin Dl SIR] OF NATIO 121
irit, new *
re flame and wisdom's light :
Give the word, and of the preacher
' and touch the ton .
Till on earth, by every creature,
Glory to the Lamb be sung.
With the rich in his death.— Isaiah, liii., 9.
They came to Nicodemus, him to mock
Because with them no part he bore,
And they had mock'd him once before :
Now let him share the shame and feel its shock !
Him then they told his prophet was no more ;
Was hanging lifeless on the tree ;
With thieves was hanging — there on Calvary,
Just as the serpent was uphung of yore !
Started that ruler at the taunt severe :
Nay, have they made his blood to stream ?
Made that white Lamb a serpent seem ?
Oh ! where was I ? Alas ! too late I hear.
Came back those words — came back that lamp-
When first he sought the Christ to see,
And came by night so stealthily,
'Mid Olive's proves to find the Nazarene :
ID] mi 5, 123
Moses lifted up that brazen sign,
Son of Man," he s Lid,
•• Be lifted up." Strange words and dread I
Hut now 'tis all unveil'd — their sense divine.
Uprose that ruler of the Jews : uprose
Unwonted courage in his breast
He came with Joseph, and thrice blest
These bore the dear Redeemer to repose.
Then took they the body of Jesus and wound it in linen
clothes, with the spices as the manner of the Jews is to bury.
St. John, xix., 40.
Yes, 'tis finished ! All is done
Man could do to God the Son.
Hangs He there upon the Tree ;
In His side the Fountain see,
Gory hands and drooping brow,
Bruised and marr'd ! Tis finished now.
Loose w r e then the thorny crown ;
Take the glorious victim down ;
Draw the nails with tender care ;
Gently, now, the body bear:
Spread and fold his winding-sheet,
Store its bands with spices sweet.
Through the garden, seek the tomb;
Lift the torch to light its gloom ;
Lo ! about the sacred bier
Prince and senator appear !
With the poor his dwellings were
With the rich his sepulchre !
THE BUR! M • 135
Roll the stone upon I
Longing, looking back once more,
Turn we as we beat the breast,
tie Marys, do not stay ;
Hallow yet one Sabbath-day !
To the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of frankincense,
until the day break and the shadows flee away.— Canticles,
Ye that, lingering near the spot,
Keep your vigil fearing not ;
Musing, weeping, where the grave
Holds the guest that died to save.
Holy Marys — saw ye then,
How they came with armed men ?
Heard, as through a wilderness,
Heavy footsteps near you press ?
" Whose the tomb ? For whom ? " they cry,
As their torches blaze on high;
''Come we, lest the dead should stir —
Sentries round a sepulchre ? "
Tell them 'tis the royal bed
Where a conqueror lays his head :
'Tis the rest of David's son ;
'Tis the couch of Solomon !
rm -i \'\ i CHRE. 127
o\ pillar'd smoke,
Learn of what the prophet spoke ;
For the funeral lights ye bear,
Fume with spice and incense rare.
Let the glorious Victor sleep,
Threescore guards his state shall keep,
I round, a goodly sight,
Sword on thigh, through all the night.
Roman guards, expert in war,
Israel's too, not less ye are :
If—" no king- but Caesar " — then,
Ye are Israel's valiant men !
Jealous Jews, that slew your King,
tl pomp ye bring,
■s may thus provide
for the Crucified.
Shines the moon — the guard is
tening helms with dew-drops wet,
And their spear^ make shining show,
Pacing slowl) to and fro.
128 THE SEPULCHRE.
Seal the stone with Pilate's gem ;
Daughters of Jerusalem,
By the hinds and by the roes
Rouse him not from sweet repose.
Where the mountain scents of myrrh,
Frankincense and fragrant fir,
He is gone, till break of day,
Till the shadows flee away.
He that in the garden knelt,
He in Olive's groves that dwelt,
Here His bruised flesh hath laid,
In a garden's grateful shade.
Leave Him — 'tis the prophet's word —
Till the turtle's voice is heard ;
Leave Him till the darkness flees :
Wake Him not until He please.
Thk Lion of the tribe of Judah, the Root of David, hath
WAKE the world ! The morning breaks,
Lo ! the Lord of life awakes,
See his glory in the skies
Chri- : let us ri
mise naught hath failed:
Judah's Lion hath prevailed.
the patient Lamb's repose,
the Lion that uprose :
Lam!) of God, our sins to bear,
Lion, death and hell to i
Lamb-like in the grave to lie ;
Judah's Lion ne'
Wake, the wondrous tale to tell
How He broke the bars of hell.
at lay among the de
itself hath captive :
Death and hell, the sting and Same,
Wake the never-ending psalm ;
Song of Moses and the Lamb ;
Of the Lamb, a Victim rent,
Of the Lion's hardiment,
Spread His praise from shore to shore
Judah's Lion dies no more.
Sing His waking from the dead ;
Shook the hills, the ocean fled :
Springs of life the grave revealed,
Garden closed and fountain sealed ;
And, like lightning from the gloom,
Judah's Lion rent the tomb.
Christ is risen ! weep no more :
Sing the glorious Conqueror ;
Songs of His salvation sing :
Where, O Death, thy cruel sting !
W T orthy is the Lamb once slain ;
Judah's Lion, live and reign !
EASTER IN rill'. GARDEN.
early In the morning, the first day oi the week, they
came unto the Sepulchre ft! the rising ol the sun. Sr. Makk,
MAKY AND S A I < 'MI".
Tki i us. Gard'ner dost thou know
Where the Rose and Lily grow,
Sharon's Crimson Rose and pale
Judah's Lily of the Vale ?
Rude is yet the opening year,
Yet their sweetest breath is here.
Daughters of Jerusalem,
Yes, 'tis here we planted them,
Twa all red with gore,
Wondrous were the thorns it bore !
body swathed in white,
hall so bright
I HE WOM1 \.
Gentle Gard'ner, even so,
What we seek thou seem'st to kfl
w< to Joseph's tomb ;
v'n now I
►11 us, then, the stone aw
132 EASTER IN THE GARDEN.
Holy women ! this the spot.
Seek Him, but it holds Him not.
This the holy mount of myrrh,
Here the hills ofincense were,
Here the bed of His repose,
Till, ere dawn of day, He rose.
Yes, my name is Magdalene :
I myself the Lord have seen.
Here I came, but now, and wept
Where I deem'd my Saviour slept.
But He called my name — and lo !
Jesus lives, 't is even so.
Yes, the mountains skipped like rams ;
Leaped the little hills like lambs.
All was dark, when shook the ground,
Quaked the Roman soldiers round,
Streamed a glorious light, and then
Lived the Crucified again.
Magdalene hath seen and heard !
Gard'ner, we believe thy word.
But oh ! where is Jesus fled,
Living and no longer dead ?
Tell us, that we too may go
Where the Rose and Lily grow.
RASTER IN I Hi GARDEN. 1 33
M \«.l» \I 1 \l .
Come, the stone is roiled away ;
feSUS lay ;
ie lawn that wrapp'd His brow :
Here the angel sat hut now.
- k not here the Christ," he said ;
"Seek not lite among the dead."
\i t .
we then the lite above ;
Seek we Christ, our Light and Love.
vords we call to mind :
-eek Him we shall find ;
If we love Him we shall go
Where the Rose and Lily ^ r row.
THE EASTER EUCHARIST.
He was known of them in breaking of bread.— St. Luke,
Body of Jesus, oh sweet food !
Blood of my Saviour, precious Blood !
On these thy gifts, Eternal Priest,
Grant Thou my soul in faith to feast.
Weary, and faint I thirst and pine
For Thee my Bread, for Thee rny Wine,
Till strengthen'd— as Elijah trod,
I journey to the Mount of God.
There, clad in white, with crown and palm,
At the great supper of the Lamb,
Be mine, with all thy Saints to rest,
Like him that leaned upon thy breast.
Saviour, till then, I fain would know
That feast above by this below ;
This Bread of Life, this wondrous Food,
Thy Body and Thy precious Blood.
THE BIRD SONG.
Thk flOW eri appear OB the earth, the time <>f the tinging <>f
birds is come, and tin- voice o! tlie turtle is heard in our land.
Cam u LBS, ii.. i-'.
Tin: winter is over and gone at last,
The days of snow and rain are past,
( >\ er the fields the tlowers appear,
It is the Turtle's voice wc hear.
The singing of birds,
A warbling band,
And the Spirit's voice !
<>ice of the Turtle is heard in our land.
Rl PEAT.— The time it is of the singing of birds,
The singing of birds, etc.
And gone are the plaintive- days of Lent,
The week of the Cross with Christ we spent.
he giveth us joy for woe —
Gather the tlowers the first that blow.
The singing oi bir
A warbling band,
And llov. i :
Are words the faithful may Ufl
tunc it is, i
136 THE BIRD SONG.
A sepulchre sealed, a rock its door,
But winter is gone and comes no more.
The seal is broken, and now are seen
Valleys and woods and gardens green !
The singing of birds,
A warbling band,
'Mid flocks and herds
The song of all Nature is heard in our land !
repeat. — The time it is, etc.
And Christ is the song of everything !
For Death is winter, and Christ the spring ;
Fountains that warble in purling words —
Hark ! how they echo the " Song of Birds : "
The singing of birds,
A warbling band,
And the purling words
Of brooks and waters are heard in our land.
repeat. — The time it is of the singing of birds,
The singing of birds,
A warbling band,
And the Spirit's voice !
The voice of the Turtle is heard in our land.
I HAvt said to corruption thou art my father ; to the worm
thou art my mother and my listCf ] wii., 14.
Win r plies his tearful trade,
With mattock and with spade,
Upturning bones and skulls of hollow e
- upon a head, the butterfly,
trehead with a gaudy wii
_ like a soul, about that horrid
An idle thought ; but, in that garden's bound,
That place of skulls around,
Hovered, perchance, that day the Saviour rose,
The Tynan moth, as beautiful as those
Whose purpled pinions glitter in the sun
Of Ormuz or of Ind, Like Solomon.
Nor deem it vain, a worm may seem sublime
In I n prime,
Thus deck'd, and flitting like embodied breath
That pants in n
.•• a parable is shown ;
I38 THE BUTTERFLY.
For if a worm in winding-sheet down lies,
Instinct with power to rise ;
If the poor thing that crawled may soar — a
That fed on dust — may suck the honey 'd lymph,
That rotted in dishonour — may be seen
Transfigur'd ev'n like him that dazzled Sheba's
Oh ! faithless we, shall God so clothe a worm,
So raise from earth that form,
And leave His children dear, in icy shade,
All unremember'd and forgotton laid ?
Shall we, when Christ returns, less glorious
Out of the dust of death than that transfigur'd
Mv hand hath found, as a nest, the riches of the people,
- one gather* 1 \n \. 14.
Mv godson, dear delighted child,
Held up h . and wild
Wil mirth, ranged here and there,
To show their colours, manifold,
Their dappled hues, their blue and gold,
Like moss rich and rare.
Nonsense profane for Easter day,
. with toys — the churl might say :
nay, dear boy, hear words of mine !
These colours kindly Art hath made;
hidden in I tde,
re thickest hazels we
The school-boy prying through the
mother-bird, in hid,
'I ill— tl re,
He gazes — but he scorns a theft :
What pebbles in her nest she left,
What marvels and what wondrous dyes !
How strange, beneath a warbler's wings,
That God should hide such mystic things
From man's cold heart and faithless eyes.
Night's glitt'ring worlds the Maker plann'd,
Yet deigned the same Almighty hand
To deck the little linnet's nest,
And freak with many a brilliant boss,
Those pearls, within their bed of moss,
She presses with maternal breast.
Then let the precious gems lie hid ;
For so thy mother, boy, would bid,
She that hath made thy bed so soft ;
Yet come thou mayest, to watch the spot,
Till forth from each enamell'd grot,
Breaks life, at last, and springs aloft.
Heavenward it soars, and soaring, sings
An Easter-song, on joyous wings,
For lo ! what seem'd a stone is rent ;
Like Joseph's sepulchre it breaks ;
Forth springs a living thing, and wakes
Each list'ning ear to ravishment.
EASTER-B i 4 I
: a wing that cleaves the sky
But once did, like the Saviour, lie
'd, as in a stony grave.
I creatures scarce to earth belong ;
They fill the firmament with son- ;
The)- sing the Lamb that died to save.
Resurrection and the Life
may their nests, with myst'ry rife
To man's dull soul and sense portend.
So, when Christ's coming gilds its gloom,
Shall break the torpor of the tomb ;
shall the sons of (iod ascend.
And such the sympathy, they say,
Of birds with Christ, on Easter-Day,
When from His rocky tomb lie sprung
That , in every I
a, gave forth its guest,
I with their SOngS tl I run-.
As set id turn'd
rilliant things the earth that spum'd,
And SOUghl I "l g] idsome wing :
Birds of all plum
And taught us Ka^ter-hymns to sing.
And so, where Carmers lily grows,
Where wafts the scent of Sharon's rose,
Where warbles sweet Siloah's rill,
The pilgrim, at the Paschal-tide,
May hear, with many a song beside,
The turtle's voice of rapture still.
Then marvel not, where mystery lies
Of life in eggs, that God most wise
Disdains not, thus, to bid us learn ;
Teaching alike the boy and man
By faith fond Nature's lore to scan,
With childlike hearts within that burn.
So she, the Second Adam's Bride,
That rose like Eve from Jesu's side,
Of Him " who dwells in gardens " sings,
And still in gardens hears His voice,
Where birds, at Easter-tide rejoice,
And every nest breaks forth and sings.
THE ROYAL YARN.
: thread in the window.
id, scarlet, and hyssop.-- Li \ n . \iv. 4.
Uood and water, and scarlet wool, and hys-
\k the sun, thai Monday,
er the new-grown grass and green,
O'er I mt slopes o( Greenwich
And the sports that there were seen :
But, while youth around me frolicked
In that holiday of Sprii
Sat I by an ancient sailor,
With tin ssiping.
Told he me how, under Nelson,
From the Indies to the Nile,
1 he, till at fierce Trafalj
He had lying smile :
he whisper'd — •■ K
he laid him down :
But he sigh'd th
not under Jesu's Crown.
144 THE ROYAL YARN.
Changed his gossip as I questioned
How his sailor-life, so free,
Him had made so good a Christian :
" 'Twas the royal yarn," quoth he.
" Through my life, that thread is woven ;
With my christ'ning it began ;
Everywhere, that kingly token
Marks my story, boy and man."
14 Now, you know," quoth he, " good Master,
How the royal yarn is sign
That the Crown claims all that bears it,
Canvass, cordage, rope, and twine ;
So, one time, I heard the parson
Say, by Faith we might discern
Woven in our life and fortunes
Christ our Saviour's royal yarn : "
" How we are His Crown's possession,
Marked for Him ; and by this clue
We may trace His grace and goodness
Running all our lifetime through.
W T hat the parson preach'd I thought of "-
So the sailor's tale ran on,
" When offMoro-Castle lying,
Sick I lay and well nigh gone."
mi ROY m \ 145
1 yarn was woven
In my hammock is I swung,
And my conscience saw another
All my threads ol life amoi .
So upon my weary pallet,
As 1 turn'd and thought it o'er,
Swore I. to Chr n forever
• I'd be faithful, -ship and shot
I yet more that ancient sailor,
Hut no more his yarn I heard :
For another thought had started
In my spirit, at his word :
For that sign of Crown-possession,
And that thread of royal hue
e Royal line of Judah,
See how, like the we little,
sets thread them to and
Ho Vs wrist withdraw il
rlet marl. im ;
146 THE ROYAL YARN.
So the scarlet wool of Moses
Did the scarlet robe foretell,
So, proclaiming — Ecce Homo,
Jesus King of Israel,
Through the symbols of His passion
Scourges, thorns, and scoffs amid,
Weaves this one Imperial token,
Gleaming forth, or deftly hid.
And the Bride, with lips of scarlet,
Thus expounds the mystic Word,
Where with hyssop, and with cedar,
Scarlet binds the living bird ;
Where, through all the Scriptures woven,
Bright this royal yarn is seen,
Everywhere Messiah's token,
Token of the Nazarene.
thou that lleepes! Bud Bite from the (had anil
Christ shall ghrc thee light Hi himans, v. 14.
Wake thou that sleepesl !
Joy thou that
Lift up the head !
1 from thy moaning
Sighing ami groaning,
Rise from the dead.
iding adown ;
Hark ! how the Spirit
Life and a crown.
Lo ! I
Through the deep
Flee to the mountain !
There, find the fountain ;
Wash and be white.
Joy thou that weepest,
Wake thou that sleepest,
Christ gives thee light.
SONCi FOR l.\-l I.K.
BttAK forth into tinging.
Chris r hath arisen !
n I lis pris
Man to deliver
From death's gloomy reign.
>r Immortal !
Hell's gloomy portal
( >t brass and of iron
He rendeth in twain.
Wake every nation !
Round th( irth
• them echo to-day.
Sorrow and sighing
, ith vanis
( )t I
I50 SONG FOR EASTER.
Grave thou art broken ;
Jesus hath spoken
Joy to the Universe,
Glory and Hope.
Tell how He liveth :
Sing what He giveth ;
Sound the great name
Of the risen I-AM
Feed on His manna :
Raise the Hosanna !
Full be the choral-song
Worthy the Lamb.
I. \>1T.R [N I'AI'M
in the Spirit oo the day of the Lord. Rbvbi it* n.
TWAS on the day the Lord had made,
The day that rent his rocky tomb,
>hn in lonely Patmos strayed,
While glorious, as from ocean's womb,
Arose the sun— and lo ! there came
A trim : the exile turned,
And ( )ne whose eyes ware fiery flame
He s iv the W >rd i >f I i >d 11 is Name,
Wh< about him burned.
In rapture girt shore,
He Jesus sees, whom Jesus 1<>
iful and true His pr >V< d.
S from Ids lips the Spirit's sword,
from his face the noon-tide sun ;
Of death and hell the : rd,
1 [is ire the keys and I lis the Word
A voice H is,
i liveth an ile ;
152 EASTER IN PATMOS.
He opes the seven-seal'd book, and this
Is Easter in that holy isle :
A vision of the Lamb and throne,
Of Judah's Lion and His might,
Worthy to loose the seals alone,
And all the Church's way make known,
Through death and darkness into light.
The Paschal hymns of heaven are heard,
The Lamb that once was slain, their song-
From numbers without numbers stirred,
Response with rapture to prolong.
I read and lo ! I seem to hear
From great creation's dawn and end,
From earth and sky and every sphere,
One Alleluia broad and clear,
From all the sons of God ascend.
Day of the Lord, of year or week,
Whene'er it shines a Paschal Feast,
On that blest day His flock to seek
The Shepherd comes, our Great High Priest;
Comes to our sins a flame of fire,
Comes to our faith like Gilead's balm,
Comes to our love and fond desire,
And joins us to the heavenly choir
In that eternal Paschal Psalm.
l \> n K i.\ PATMi
DUr prophet, priest and king,
Ml, and what Time shall bring—
Of earth and heaven the keynote words
He gives His suffering saints to guide,
Till ceaseth din of spears and swords,
Till King of kings and Lord of lor
He comes again to crown His Bride.
He reigns who maketh all things new ;
The Church in sparkling- diadem,
In white those virgin souls we view.
The sea of glass, so bright and calm,
:ers the rainbow'd throne before,
sounds th 1 eternal Paschal Psalm,
That song of Moses and the Lamb,
With Alleluias, evermore.
THE ANGELS ON THE ARK.
To the intent that now unto the principalities and powers
in heavenly places might be known by the Church, etc. —
Ephesians, iii. 10.
The cherubim o'ershadowing the Ark
Looked down upon the mercy-seat that shone,
And covered o'er the Law profoundly dark,
Those tables twain by Moses hewn of stone ;
That writing of no hand save God's alone,
That was against us — flaming red,
Like Tekel on the wall so dread,
To poor Belshazzar's ear that was interpreted.
What things those cherubs seemed intent to scan
The same all angels scan with awe to-day ;
The Law's dire curse, condemning sinful man,
By mercy covered — ta'en by it away.
And oh, the depth ! still, oh ! the depth — they
The depth and height and breadth sublime
Of Jesu's mercy covering crime,
Of Christ, the only Ark, the Word made flesh in
Bring forth the deaf with ears that will not hear,
Bring forth the blind with eyes that will not
! m tNGELS ON Mil \KK, 155
What wondrous things arc in that Law austere,
n lid enshrined that be,
Where the Shekinah shines eternally.
I rod's glorioUS Son,
mb, the I loly < >ne,
Thai 1 ur sins : He bleeds and it is
\ hen on earth. re to the skies,
Uprises like a cloud upon the gale,
The incense of our Easter sacrifice,
When the pure altar's mysteries unveil,
And high Trisagion thrills our spirits frail.
In holy aw( and thought intent,
I seem to see all heaven clown bent,
irn from saints below new songs of ravish-
which none hut pardon 'd sinners
ve which the much forgiven alone can feel ;
The love of Christ to heir^ of sin and w
These to the height of heaven on: veal.
The chari . on burning wheel,
Pause in full course our hymns to 1
And • the Church on earth they draw to
1 more near.
A damsel named Rose. — Acts, xii. 13.
Sweet Paschal Rose, thy fragrant name
Blossoms in all the golden flame
Of that blest Easter Morn,
When Peter, from the bonds abhorr'd
Of Herod and his threatened sword,
Rose glorious, like His risen Lord,
To light and life new-born.
Dark was the Paschal Eve, that year,
When met the trembling saints in fear,
All night for him to pray.
The great apostle, doom'd to die,
Though soaring where the angels fly,
Must leave the flock forlorn to sigh,
Ev'n on an Easter-Day.
Meanwhile, in prison-bonds he slept,
Peaceful — yet dreaming that he wept
Once more his shameful fall :
" Dear Master," in his dream, said he,
" My oath, at last, redeemed shall be ;
In chains and death I follow Thee ;
My sin — forgive it all ! "
i, the crowing cock he he
And flow afresh those bitter t<
But -does he wake or sleep ?
Like Lot's, his hand an angel takes:
i hands and feet the chains he shakes,
Bars tall and every barrier breaks—
. Peter ! feed my sheep."
gruards are passed, strong- gates unfold,
He breathes sweet air ! A morn of gold
:dens the eastern skies.
m death's dark dungeon of the night,
A pafable of Jesus' might,
He rises into lite and light,
As all the saints shall rise.
md while yet 'tis dark,
The faithful, like the soaring lark,
re changed to praise their prayer :
gate is heard a knock !
to loose its lock —
oh ! what voice, with wonder's shock,
'• Tis Cephas at the
ale still he knocks and «
His angel ? Nay, himself ! Tis he :
The Lord hath set his pris'ner free !
Once more the Church his face shall see !
Go haste, unbar the gates !
Sweet Rose, of Easter flowers the first,
So did that Paschal morning burst
On thine elected sight !
Damsel august, though meek of mien,
In Holy Writ, with saintly sheen,
Stands thy blest name ! No sceptred queen
Wears diadem so bright.
Therefore, where Easter altars shine,
One rose with Easter flowers entwine,
Her name still fresh to keep !
Children, like her — his lambs — to bear,
The Shepherd loves ; and thousands there
Follow the Lamb in pastures fair
Where Jesus folds His sheep.
THE WALK TO EMMAUS.
Of which salvation tl have inquired. . . .
ting what or what manner of time the Spirit of Christ.
which was in them, did signify, when it testified beforehand
the su: lrist and the fflory that should follow. — I
:ek. i. ii.
Dm not our heart burn within us, while He talked with
us by the way and while He opened to us the Scriptures.—
St. Luk : •
ring on a craftsman's curious die
Deep in the temper'd metal wrought,
I strove its cunning plan to spy,
seem'd to profit naught.
The quaint device was intricate and blind :
the figures ran, its scheme I could not
Smiled at my task the artist, as he came
iring embossed a golden shield ;
Its rich d< ed like flame
. the mfs* 'iblime intent
(trice dark me foiled with wonder-
I thy won- ^cure
d in that happy ar!
•THE WALK TO EMMAUS.
Dropt from mine eyes the scales impure
That Faith's clear eyesight closed.
Of dim prophetic signs I felt the scope,
And saw, the veil withdrawn, thy glorious coun-
Before all worlds, Faith's shield of shining gold
With God's device was glorified,
Where wondering angels might behold
The Lamb of God that died ;
There stood His cross, with types to intertwine,
Tokens so rich and rare, enwreathed with His
That shield the Gospel shows in all its light ;
But till that came — the matrice dark
God gave to be explored, by night,
As 'twere the Holy Ark
Within the veil, — a mystery sublime,
To be devoutly kept for His appointed time.
So, all that hoary seers and prophets gave,
All that by lips inspired was sung*
In Salem's royal halls, by Chebar's wave,
Or Uzzian rocks among ;
First, in the Gospel's gold I rightly scan ;
Then trace the mould obscure to find the Son
rur w \i k ro EMM v i' i
I . how bums within my heart,
Though i me owlets ho<
n the emblems tver's art,
and vine and fruit,
Iding and emblazoning the cross,
Incisions deeply sunk and dark inverted boss,
The backward letters of the groping Jew,
Thus searching out I read aright :
dc symbols strange and dim to view
w flash with Tabor's light :
The n by what it stamps is known,
The Gospel in the Law by prophecy foreshown.
Is and slow of heart, as Jesus said,
they, of dullard wit and cold,
Who set their barren brains and lore of lead
' this lore of gold.
Rea< c mould and prophet 1
All uncompared with Christ and Ili^ foretoken'd
For me. not so the proi* lly band
•old the cl 1 ;
en might fail to understand,
Till all by Faith embrai
1 62 THE WALK TO EMMAUS.
Searching of what and whose blest days they
While Christ himself within inspired each rap-
Great pupil of Gamaliel, oft with thee,
As at thy saintly feet I learn,
I seem, outshining noontide, Christ to see,
And His dear cross discern,
Where, but for thee, and thine anointed eyes,
Naught but dull forms abound and senseless
Or walking to Emmaus, with the twain,
'Neath the first Easter's Evening Star,
Me Christ draws near, nor shows his hands in
And in His side the scar,
Sprinkling the Book with hyssop and with gore,
That so who runs may read and live forever-
. the morning. T
1 myself will awake right early. Pfc. lvii. ,
sun leaps up the golden skies,
n of ( «<><! did ri
( >n I y ;
Then early from my bed let me
Rise on the Resurrection Morn ;
The dancing sunbeams let me
the joyous feast is born.
rly to the church away :
r-I lay, 'ti^ Easter-Day !
The moon went down, and in the dark
The garden I
Nor yet had lifted wing the lark
To seek the glorious slumber
• h itself were rent,
k that shook the sepulchre :
mountains fir away,
I iy — that Easter-Day.
164 THE EARTHQUAKE.
Tabor and Hermon skipped like rams
In gladsome May ;
And leap'd the little hills like lambs,
From Libanus, like thunder heard —
That rumbles in the distant sky,
Came sounds as if the mountains stirr'd
To lift their hoary heads on high.
Trembled the earth at morning's ray,
That Easter-Day — that Easter-Day.
For then, as with the lightning's stroke,
Was roll'd away
The massy stone ; and God awoke,
That Easter-Day !
Frightened the Roman sentries fell,
Then fled as from the day of doom ;
They heard the rending gates of hell,
They saw a birth from morning's womb :
Forth shone the Christ, to live for aye,
That Easter-Day — that Easter-Day.
What ailed thee, ocean ? Saw, and fled
Thy waves away !
And Jordan — vanished from its bed,
Nature's untutored worshipper
Who deemed his god was dead, yestreen,
I HI \ \K III.MAKK. 165
cd— "the Great Pan revives, I ween,"
For so the pagan, in his way,
Kept Ea »ter-l )ay.
But not th en turn'd,
they ! Not tl
eir faith within them burned
now the flying guards they met,
And now the garden's wall was nigh ;
There stood the ghastly crosses yet ;
They saw, and uttered with a sigh —
11 Hut who shall roll the stone away ? "
Twas Easter-Day, 'twas Easter- Day.
Then came of faith the great reward :
gone dismay !
Angels they met — not yet their Lord —
fim not" — the angels said —
"The Lord is risen ; search not 1
- seek the living 'midst the dead ?
I Is near,
old the place where Jesus la\
., like tho.^
l66 THE EARTHQUAKE.
Before the dayspring greets our eyes
On Easter-Day ;
Forth to His altar, hasten we
Where faith beholds His presence sweet,
For Christ is with His two or three,
That worship at the mercy-seat.
Right early let us wake to pray,
On Easter-Day — on Easter-Day !
THE MYSTERY OF LIFE.
thou show wonders MDOIIg the dead ?-
lxx.wiii. i \
How are the dead raised up ?— I. Cor. xv. 35.
MASTER, we see Thy si.
The wonders wrought by Thee, yet fail in faith;
Thy power of life we see, yet cling to death,
Like those who dwell in mines,
And burrow like blind moles ev'n where the
Saviour, Thy signs we see,
In things discovered late by human thought,
But proudly claim'd, as if by mortals wrought,
Though all vouchsafed by Thee —
I given in Thy good time, as Time's occa-
Why, if the human mind
own quick spring,
Is progress slow to mark the simplest thing ?
Why, for long ages blind —
Wi. points OUt the way— lags mortal
wit behind ?
1 68 THE MYSTERY OF LIFE.
Thou givest power to men
To stretch their wiry fibres 'neath the sea,
And bid the lightings go, in mimicry
Of power divine. Why then
Doubt we Thy power to work beyond our
feeble ken ?
Thus, in Thy days below,
Thy word ran swiftly, and was felt afar
Like arrowy rays of sun or faintest star,
Soothing a sufferer's woe:
No need of clumsy wires to bid Thy lightings
A father told his grief,
And in a moment, on his bed of pain,
The lov'd one, far away, felt life again ;
Of sons of men the Chief
Gave but His word to heal and came the swift
We note the comet's blaze :
Nay — Thy sweet law makes music 'mid the
Yet in the ordered course of days and years
Men fail to see Thy ways —
Marvels of boundless power that angels might
nil M\ ST1 RY OF LIFE,
Wonders among the dead
when the flowery spring returns
And clothes the fields and woods with flo
and ferns ;
< hr where mankind is fed
the mere enm of wheal that multiplies
here the mummy's hand
- up perchance the grains that Joseph stored,
And lo ! though ages held the secret hoard,
It lives at thy command,
And harvests of that seed are gathered from
Shall God revive that corn
And not the coffin'd flesh that held, so long.
tied thing in Death's enthral) men t strong?
me on the fool's poor scorn,
We see in signs like these the breaking of the
A gracious woman retaineth honour.— Proverbs, xi. 16.
Her smile was many smiles in one;
As o'er the dimpled tide,
A wavy laughter seems to run,
Where gentle waters glide.
It came as comes the morning star
Day after day so bright,
To set the pearly doors ajar,
And usher in the light.
Sweet sister ! from my sight removed-
Upon the shining shore,
So pure, so glad, so stainless proved,
Lives then that smile no more ?
When angels bore her radiant sprite
To Paradise, meseems
Her smile met theirs in calm delight,
Commingling kindred beams.
She slept and seemed to smile in
is on the Lady-] >ay
She went her Kaster-tide to keep,
Whei reigns for aye.
That smile upon her features |
When, raimented in white,
Her form in soft repose was laid,
And seemed a saint in light
can it he, it e'er shall m<
ul with mine,
lie so heavenly and so sweet
Shall be no longer thii
■ d, hut yet the same to view,
I .>es and Elias flew
Anear the Morning Star :
^aints that with the Saviour rose
In their immortal sheen
All tears from off all faces — He
The Lamb Himself shall dry,
But that sweet smile He gave to thee
Methinks shall never die.
On some, made meet for worlds more fair,
While here they linger yet,
Not all of earth are graces rare
That like a seal are set.
And we shall know thee, still the same,
By that transporting charm,
If but, like thine, our faith may claim
The Everlasting: Arm.
kain thy voice from weeping and thine eves from
tears for ■ . . . thy children shall come ■gain to their
own border.- Ji kkmiah. xx.xi. 17.
READING the stones that marked a field of death,
I heard a sigh, as 'mid the mounds I trod :
It seem'd to say — as 'twere with sobbing breath —
My heart is buried lure, O Christ, my God !
A mother by a new-made bed that knelt,
I saw — and turned my steps with rev'rent fear ;
lingering in the church-yard walks, I felt,
Dear Lord! how many hearts are hoarded
How many buds and blossoms of the spring,
By frosts too early nipp'd, lie thickly strown ;
Or like the swallows oft, on eager wing,
That come untimely and too soon are down.
'neath these heaps of buried hopes that tell
W; ! only dross cm burn.
174 THE INNOCENTS.
Oh ! weep not, mother, o'er that bed of love
Where innocence awaits the trumpet's sound,
While many a mother mourns her dead above
And weeps no more for children under ground.
But come this way when holy hymns are sung,
And sounds the air with Paschal-anthems rife,
To charge with notes of joy thy plaintive tongue,
And sing the Resurrection and the Life.
For sweetly sleeps the chrisom-child at rest,
And fain with such the Christian heart would
If so God wills — of all His gifts 'tis best,
Fresh from the font, in Christ new-born, to die.
I 111. UNBAPTIZED.
1^ it well with the child ? a KlNGS, iv. 26.
A lady wept, with tears undried —
For her bright boy who came
Only to close his eyes, and died
I nchristen'd, with no name —
Lest he should wear no coronal divine
Among those innocents like stars of morn that
Is then the guiltless babe shut out
From that palm-bearing band ?
Resolve, O man of God, my doubt !
in would I understand,
Where is my darling's soul, or where his lot?
Hath He no plac for such, who said, "Forbid
them not " ?
<) mother, faithless are thy fe
Tho' sore thy faith be tried ;
Triumphant hope may smile thro' tears
•rust in Him who died ;
thine embrace of love a lamb is torn,
lUn on thy Shepherd's breast doubt not that
lamb is borne.
176 THE UNBAPTIZED.
Thy child is His far more than thine ;
He claims it for His fold ;
And grace — unfetter'd by its sign —
Is giv'n to young and old.
Tis no presumptuous thought, of human wit,
But Jo ! such light shines clear in lines of Holy
As on its stem, all undefiled,
The lily's bud is seen,
Hath He not said the Christian's child
Is holy, not unclean ?
For, hallow'd by the mother's faith and prayer,
With her the babe unborn is fed on angels' fare.
If holy be the planted root,
Planted in God's own ground,
Holy the flower and blest the fruit
Upon its branches found.
Nor one poor blighted bud shall fall to earth
Too soon for Him to save who gives the second
Nor deem from Paynim fields afar
He gleans no holy seed :
Nations that ne'er beheld His star,
His rod and staff may lead.
Where Hagar faints — how near the angel wing
That for her dying boy reveals the hidden spring.
Unnumber'd are the babes on whom
\ i christ'ning dews were shed,
Who yet w re His, within the womb,
And with His flock are fed,
Who guides His sheen the living streams among,
And gently leadeth those who yet enfold their
Such be thy trust, such hope be thine —
All else is mystery.
The nameless babe let faith resign
To Mercy's mild decree,
Full sure not woman's love itself can teach
it of true love to Him whose love surpasseth
Where God is silent — more to seek
( >r prompt the Holy One,
Is faithless thought. This only speak :
her, Thy will be done.
\e all souls that sin, the Saviour died :
For souls that never sinned, trust then theCruci-
She answered, It is well.— 2 Kings, iv. 26.
Thee, 'mid the flowers of paradise, as fair and
Thee, happy daughter of thy God — how dare I
call thee child ?
Yet let me name thee with the blest, and,
though thy date was brief,
Think only of thy new estate, with joy and not
So soon to leave far far below our vale of tears
and pain ;
Through earth so soon and bright to pass, a
sunbeam without stain ;
To come, and in thy Saviour's arms baptismal
life to win —
Then take thy flight, a sinless one, from such
a world of sin :
Sure this is blessedness ! How blest a ransom'd
one to be,
So short thy little moment here, so long eternity !
'Tis thine, on wings unstained as theirs, to soar
Yet, with a love no angel knows, Redemption's
song to hymn !
ir i han isi \. 179
Thou Hue-eyed darling of my soul -from such :i
• Dora, could I call thee down to share a
lite like mine ?
Or could we pray for thy return to selfish eyes
Thine the hard lot of earth to bear — and ours
thy captive charms ?
. let me rather share with thee thy life of
joy and 1
Part of my tlesh is in thy grave — part of my
soul abow ;
And oft in dreams I seem to rest, since thou art
Where the Good Shepherd folds the lambs that
once in arms He bore.
Vet can it be, for oft such thoughts of bitterness
That such as I, with such as thou, the Lamb's
new song may sin
That I with thee, in Paradise, may walk in 1
eternal marriage-feast with virgin
boulh like thil
So turns my spirit, Lord, to Thee, as with his
Who from thy crimsoned cross received a wel-
come into light ;
And for a childlike heart, once more, my inmost
To Thee — alone who wipest tears forever from
Oh ! let not hopes that heavenward soar be
thrust adown to hell ;
These hopes of immortality, this thirst with
Thee to dwell ;
But, out of longings after life, let Thy sweet
Strength to assert our destiny and by Thy life to
Ev'n as young wings are stretch'd for flight
while plumeless in the nest ;
As dreaming babes with rosy lips invite the
balmy breast ;
As flowers uplift the fragrant cup ere evening's
dews are given,
So faith, with all its pure desires, foretells its
home in heaven.
Mill tNASIA. l8l
Dear Lamb of God, though far below the dear
one o\ my heart,
nine at Least the sight of those who
And grant me but the meanest place among the
Fur whom have I in heaven but Thee, or what
on earth beside ?
A THOUGHT FROM THE FATHERS.
My burden is light. — S. Matt. xi. 30.
See how yon little lark is borne
With music up to heaven,
To bask in sunlight ere the morn
To vales beneath is given.
That bird salvation's sign hath made
By stretching forth his wings ;
The cross upon his back is laid,
And lo ! he soars and sings.
Take off the fardel that he bears,
He falleth in his flight ;
The cross is in the wings he wears ;
He proves the burden light.
So Christ hath laid His cross on me ;
It wings me to the sky,
And day by day, though sore it be,
By that dear cross live I.
\ i HOUGH l I R< m nil I \ I in RS. 183
It beareth those by whom 'tis home ;
And by its weight we r
Who casts it down, he sinks forlorn ;
Who takes it up, he tl:<
. and light the l<
Indeed, my spirit sings ;
To him that pants for God's abode,
I lib cross shall prove his wings.
We have forsaken all . .
-S. Matt. xix. 27.
. what shall we have therefore ?
Be still, my fluttering heart, nor dim
The flame of faith divine ;
But say — All things are mine in Him
If only Christ be mine.
Not here are amaranthine bowers ;
But, loving and forgiven,
Thine yet shall be, for earthly flowers,
Their antitypes in heaven.
Not all to mock our waking sight
Fair forms in sleep we view ;
But oft our visions of the night
Are figures of the true.
Then look beyond, with sweet content,
When, o'er the April sky,
Is seen that arch of glory bent
Which glitters but to die.
AM \K Will. 185
not .ill unknown.
Are things v. ithin the \ ■
There is a rainbow round tin- thro
>r fade nor fail.
There's n >t a bli 1 for here
That is not kept above,
e heavenly atmosphere,
For hearts th it Jesus I
»( a toy th lown
>uls the cross that I
That helps not to the glittering crown
And if the restless heart we tame
iols to fore
Treasures of love, in Christ's dear name,
The Fatl\er will bestow.
ire as in the soul are powers
Which here we must restrain,
There's something that shall \ •
To prove them not in vain.
Oh that I had wings like a dove ! for then would I fly
away, and be at rest.— Ps. lv. 6.
Like shapes the mirror's depth within,
That, in their fashions, come and go,
A world that is not, nor hath been,
Of phantoms passing to and fro ;
Ev'n thus unreal and as vain,
The scene that mocks the human eye,
Where pomp, with flattery in its train,
Struts forth, or flaunts disdainful by.
I saw an empires rise and fall ;
Its monstrous birth, its hasty" end ;
One rose and reigned and ruined all,
Himself and all that call'd him friend.
Not such His realm who bore the reed
Of mock'ry in His mighty hand ;
Who stooped to suffer and to bleed,
But rose to reign o'er every land ;
mi tS< 187
That mock'd His thirst ; then raised 1 lis head
With living streams the world to till,
And light and life o'er .ill to shed ;
Who rose the gates of bliss to ope,
And bids us rise His throne to sh
Like Him to die and rest In hope,
Him to reign in glory there.
Oh for the wings, consoling Dove,
Thou lendest to the spirit pure,
To flee away and soar above,
glory that endure !
THE UNSPEAKABLE GIFT.
Shall He not, also, with Him, freely give us all things ?
-Rom. viii. 32.
Oh Thou whose blood my soul to heal
As Gilead's balm, at times I feel,
Saviour divine, I find Thee more
Than I had thought, or dreamed, before ;
Content, if but such bliss may be,
To breathe, and move, and live in Thee.
My soul is dark, be Thou my day,
My light within and on my way ;
Athirst and faint, I find Thee still
Like Silo's fount, or Kedron's rill;
Or if by hunger's pang subdued,
Bread of the soul, Thou art my food.
When howls the storm, my safe retreat ;
My shelter from the burning heat,
My anchor when the billows rise,
My soaring wing to brighter skies ;
All this and more, Thee, Lord, I call,
My Light, my Life, my all in all.
I Hi i NSP1 \k Ml l ..hi 189
And oft, dear Lord, in sorest need,
( )n barren husk I to feed,
aine the pardon'd wand'rer's lot,
And his, beside, who wandered not :
me in Thine embrace divine,
Ever with Thee and all things mine.
THE TWO PENTECOSTS.
I will make all my goodness pass before thee.— Exod.
O Sinai ! dark and thunder-scarr'd,
How oft, as in a dismal dream,
Thy clouded heights so hard,
Before my sight uplifted seem,
With cavern'd sides and clefts extreme ;
Gigantic quarry of the Law,
Womb of those stony slabs austere
Whereon I read with awe
Letters of fire and flame that fill my soul with
Yet even here, on Law's dread throne, .
Whence came the thunder and the ban,
Ev'n here was mercy shewn ;
Mercy and love to sinful man,
When Moses long'd God's bliss to scan
For comfort not revealed to sense,
And cried : Thy glory let me trace.
Oh ! for that joy intense ;
Shew me, O Lord, I pray, the glory of Thy face.
Comes the blest answer, o'er and o'er,
In echoes from that awful Rock ;
rm rwo PI N i i O >S i 5. 191
I [car it. and evermore
►ice, poor 1 ng flock,
Stunn'd by the trumpet and the shock —
Hear Mercy's promise, even there,
s He spake on Calvary's tree
( >f Paradise so fair :
ness my glory is— that will I shew to Thee.
He changeth not. Long years had pass'd,
And lo ! Elijah thither came ;
Came to those caverns vast,
'Mid earthquake, winds, and lightning's flame,
To know — if God were still the same,
Tho' Israel's foul idolatries
Cried from the ground, invoking ire ;
as the summer's breeze
The still small voice was His : God spake not in
So on that mount of Pentecost,
Whence came the 6ery Law ot Death,
O God, the Holy Ghost,
Came words of Life, came Thy soft breath,
As when a mother comforteth
The child her loving arms enfold.
till small voice was Power and Might ;
rd the thunders rolled,
came the cloven toi and Lite
There were seven lamps of fire burning before the
throne, which are the seven Spirits of God.— Rev. iv. 5.
Breath of the Lord, O Spirit blest,
Inspiring Guide, consoling Guest,
Thy perfect gifts and lights to lend,
On mortal heads and hearts descend;
Come to the sluggish sense and mind
As comes the rushing, mighty wind.
Come, Promise of the Holy One ;
Come, Paraclete of God the Son ;
Come like the Spring's reviving gale
To furrowed soil or flagging sail ;
Or come as first Thy presence came,
With fiery tongues of cloven flame.
Spirit of power, come down ; draw near,
Spirit of truth and holy fear ;
Succour poor souls that strive with sin,
The foes without, the foe within :
And, like the morning's sun, dispel
The shades of death, the powers of hell.
w HI rSUNDAY. I93
Spirit of Christ our I I - imb,
mortal wounds come pour Thy balm ;
To fainting flesh the oil sup]
heals the soul, that opes the e
The sinner's broken heart rest
rgiven much that loves the more.
of the Lord, with brooding \\
Creative o'er created thi
Come build anew thy peaceful n< st
Wher the human breast ;
re 'mid its thorns thy note be heard —
The turtle's voice, the Spirit's Word.
Fire of the Lord and Light Divine,
Thou -lory ofth' Eternal Trine,
Come and this gloomy world inflame,
Wit! ] re, Jehovah's name,
And, from those lamps before the throne,
nfold radiance all thine own.
River of Life, make all things new ;
Come, flow the thirsty fallows through :
of love ;
Con . thy living Streams abroad ;
ir < kxl.
Toiling in rowing, for the wind was contrary. — S. Mark,
Breath of the Lord, come, Holy Ghost !
Come speed me to the heavenly coast,
Me, weary at the helm ;
Helpless alike in storm or calm
To reach the soul's sure port I am,
And fears like seas o'erwhelm.
To breast the tide and shun the shore,
Vainly I toil with faithless oar,
And drifts my bark so frail.
Breath of the Lord, O Spirit, come !
Come waft me to my heavenly home,
And swell my drooping sail !
THE GIVER OF LIFE.
m Christ Ji-sus. R
COME, Br i I ; come, breath of
Come and my sinful flesh restore
Like his who bathed seven times ofyof
Come, Balm of God ; come, Gilead's balm ;
Come seek me, outcast that I am ;
Come pour Thyself into my mind,
Its wounds to heal, its rents to bind.
Come, Dew of Heaven; O Spirit, come,
To call my wandering spirit home ;
•uses touch, inspire, refine,
Restore the likeness lost, to Thine.
My body, mind and spirit, Lord,
To these Thy life and love afford ;
of Life alone art Thou,
Spirit of God, to whom we DO
HYMN OF THE EARLY CHRISTIANS AT CANDLE-
At eventide it shall be light.— Zechariah, xiv. 7.
Messiah, Thou brightness benign,
Of the Holy One, image express ;
Jesu, Thou glory divine,
Of the Father of Lights, whom we bless,
While sunlight grows dim,
Our eventide hymn
Shall be thine.
Now twinkles the starlight in heaven,
The day dieth out in the west,
While kindle our lamps for the even,
Our songs shall to Thee be address'd.
Father, Spirit, and Son,
Thy name trine and one
Shall be blest.
Son of God, ever-blest life bestower,
Our well-spring and day-spring most bright,
Mil IKIMIV. I97
Holy voices of s tint ore,
I, both by day and by ni-ht :
All times arc Thine own ■
; ah worthy al<
t of light
NO I E S
Tir FeSTTVAI lias, of late J car-, com-
mended itself to the Christians of America and even
to the people more generally. It is more and more
iously observed, and it i- popularly recognized in
all parts of our country. This indicates a great relig-
ions revolution ; for, in the boyhood of the writer, it
seemed to be almost unknown in New England, where
he passed some of his school-days ; while in New
. where his childhood and youth were chiefly
devoutly observed only by Church-
folk, and the remnant of the old Settlers from Hol-
land. The fact that it was also kept, in their way,
by membei communion perpetua
narrow prejudice against it. So that the inspiration
of a popular feeling favourable to the nationalize
. if not of the solemnities preceding
it, has been the work of "the little leaven " imparted
iiristianity by the Anglo-American
rly in life it occurred to the author that
he m:. . bis countrymen the
ixed with historic Christianity, in a
country where all is raw and recent, the only hold
upon the past which is essential to a normal develop-
ment of its future, must be supplied by the grand
system of the " Christian Year." Of this system
history is full. The Literature and Laws of Christian
Nations are entwined with it ; nay, it is interwoven
with Christian civilization in all its forms. Hence,
to have no associations with it is to be provincialized
and cut off from those sympathies with the remote
and the ancient which Dr. Johnson so justly recog-
nized as exalting a people in the scale of intelligent
Such convictions prompted the Christian Ballads.
They were written in boyhood, and were not designed
to open " the Inner Temple " of our Holy Religion.
They celebrated the external beauties and perfections
of the Holy Catholic Church, in its primitive simplicity
But it was not altogether unfairly said of the Bal-
lads, that they were lacking in the spirit of practical
piety. So it might be said of the tree, or the flower,
that these are not the fruit. The Ballads were only
designed to set forth "the Beautiful Gate" of the
Temple, as an introduction to the holy places. They
embellished the doorway, and invited the multitude
within, and that was all.
This book is the supplement to that. It is de-
signed to offer those who enter something more sub-
stantial, if indeed they hunger and thirst after
righteousness. In the former work, Wisdom cried in
the streets and proclaimed that she had builded her
house ; in this she speaks to her guests, within her
doors : " Eat of my Bread, and drink of the Wine
which I have mingled. H Such, at least, is the plan
ami | the two books, as compared and
In ■ great measure, the m Ballads have
i their purpose, The architecture, the manners
iistoms, the idealized compleU n^^ of the Pi
book system which they portrayed, were things un-
known in America, except in books and pictures, and
in the exceptional case of pious ( hurchmen who had
led in Europe. The hook appealed to the im-
agination and was warmly received, ami for fifty years
continued t<> he published, here and al>o in En-
gland, where, I am assured, it led to many transforma-
tions which have been wrought during the past genera-
But what it essayed to picture to the imagination
mmon routine and daily observation.
I een imitated, and has lost freshness
mmends has been spoiled by overdoing
and by petty details in which good taste perishes. Our
rate and work a good
th, always reacts, till appetite is palled ty
waver, t<> be told by
a learned n England that churches now
stand open every wh prayers, all the
ery day in the week, and that nothing
contributed t<> this result more effectually than the
aid Mr. Parker, the eminent
h a holier and
tial re-ult, in making all who read it in
lv with the
D in the proem,
which is a tribute to two of my kinswomen, the pre-
cious companions of my early youth. They were alike
beautiful in person and adorned with exceptional
graces of mind and of Christian character. One fell
asleep at Pau, where she rests under the shade of
the Pyrenees, and the other, who soon followed her,
reposes in a fair churchyard on the banks of the
Schuylkill, near Philadelphia, where her not less
lovely and highly cultivated mother is laid. Her
father, my beloved uncle, who died in the military
service of his country, in our late unhappy war, lies in
his honoured grave near Chattanooga, in Tennessee.
€l)e fUwcljal Utero-Jttoon.
Page 6. — When the Paschal new-moon shines, then
the devout Christian feels what is meant by the say-
ing of Moses, that God set the sun and moon "for
signs and for seasons." There are evidences in Scrip-
ture of something very much like the Paschal system
existing from the beginning of human history, to
display "the Lamb slain from the foundation of the
world. " Thus the first worship of which we have
any record is that of Abel, who brought a lamb for
sacrifice ; and by the marginal reading we see that it
was offered at an appointed time, apparently "at
the end of the days." But what days? The end of
the week ? Or days of an appointed " season "? If
the latter, ending in a day of worship and of offering
a typical sacrifice of the lamb, the idea is complete.
This solemnity was revived under Moses, in the
institution of the Paschal, l>y the " ordinances of the
By tl full-moon, tin i
marked the time of th e which tl:
1 made upon the cross ; ami ever since it
marked the Christian Paschal, or the Holy V
The Council of Nice, \ we as the rules
ilculating Easter, which are still observed, and
which are found in our Prayer-books. Thewhol
its in each j dated
S, and the Paschal full-moon is the
on which all turns. Modern astronomy i
rgely to the impulse given to the
nee by the Xicene Council, especially
at Alexandria, bop was charged with the
duty <>( making the annual calculations and sending
through all the world the date of the next Easter.
This he did in the Epiphany Season.
\rch hath calendar* d thy time.
There has always been a great charm for me in this
se of the Church to the "ordinal
of th. iving them a moral
cance through all time. !
rs of life ;
and I have noted the pleasure children experience
uac. to find out when Easter falls in
the n . when the Whitsun-f
. lh.it where Joseph's name
appears in the corresponding ode of Moses, "the
precious things put forth by the moon " are marked
in Joseph's blessing. Were not these the " precious
promises" of the Paschal ?— Deut. xxxiii. 14.
Page 9. — In this poem I have done little else than
paraphrase an incomparable figure of Archbishop
Leighton. "In the whole course of my studies,"
says Coleridge, "I do not remember to have read so
beautiful an allegory ; so various and detailed, and
yet so just and natural." Leighton's Works, VoL III.
p. 99. Ed. 1870.
Page 9. — Sweet Spring. See Genesis, ii. 10. "A
river went out from Eden to water the garden, and
from thence it was parted and became into four heads."
See also how the Eternal Eden supplies that of which
this was only the figure : the " river of water of life,
clear as crystal, proceeding out of the throne of God
and of the Lamb." — Rev. xxii. 1. So the Psalmist:
" There is a river the streams whereof shall make
glad the city of God." — Ps. xlvi. 4.
Page 9. — Four mighty streams. " The early
Church," says West of Nairn, in his precious edition
of Leighton, " understood this river to mean the
Gospel of Christ, sent into the four corners of the
world and contained in the writings of the four
Evangelists." So St. Jerome very beautifully ex-
pounds it : and the four sections of the cross are
often identified with this same geographical idea.
\- Ml 5. 205
l bi '■ ■■• (( ten.
iii. 15) is the well-head of Scripture, of prophecy,
ami narral he original I rospel.
Page i". .1 he sea of glass l I
oken of, and yel there shall be u no more
—Rev, \\i. 1. The bitter and boisterous
we know hero shall be no more, but peace and tran-
quillity shall be there unbounded and vast and el
and so lai like ..
I I clesi-
asticu I. Wisdom, also came oul as a
brook from a nver, and a- a conduit into a garden.
I, I will water my best garden, and will water
abundantly my garden-bed ; and lo ' my brook be-
came a river and my river became a sea,
<• 11. — Behold the first altar and the fir-t saeri-
if which we have any record : Abel brought, of
the firstlings of 1 lamb for the oblation. Ami
this In- did by faith, says St. Paul : wherefore he un-
I > 1 had promised to provide the Lamb
' 'at ft. ( 'ain despised
ot sin of hi^ offering.
t. u ho worshipped w ith tokens
and I. John, i
Page 13. — Melchizedek is not called "a priest,"
but " the priest of the Most High God." This is the
first appearance of the word priest in human history.
All heathen priests were counterfeits, but their exist-
ence corroborates the sacred story. The Mosaic priests
were shadows of the One only true priest, and types
of His then future work. Christian priests are the
instruments by whose hands and lips the Great High
Priest does His work on earth, while He intercedes
for us " within the veil," in Heaven. The argument
of St. Paul (Hebrews v. — vii.) is based on Genesis,
xiv. 18 and Psalms, ex. He shows that Melchizedek
who appeared to Abraham was no created being ; was
" without father, without mother, without beginning of
days or end of life " ; and this same Melchizedek, he
says, "abideth a priest forever. " He further explains
that Melchizedek was a mere name for the appari-
tion or similitude of 4< the King of Righteousness."
So, " King of Salem " means " the Prince of Peace."
Such is the interpretation of St. Ambrose. Other
orthodox divines suppose that it was the patriarch
Shem who thus appeared to Abraham ; but they agree
that if so, he was but a type or shadow of the true
Melchizedek. See Ambrose, de Abraam, i. cap. 4.
Page q.— Abraham saw Christ's day. The Father
of the Faithful saw him as Melchizedek, which the
apostle tells us is but his name, in the similitude of
an earthly king. To this event our Lord Himself
seems to have referred, when He said : " Your father
i s. 107
tny day, and he >aw it and
. m him in the marvellous'
t" the three men, one of whom was the Angel-
him, as the Mime angel with
Whom he wrestled and of whom he said, " 1 have
Moses saw him in the Burning
Bosh, and afterwards when he passed by on the
1a beheld him. al Jericho, as "the Captain of
the Lord's Host," and was thus taught his own
the true Joshua, which is the
name Jesus, in it- Hebrew form, being the true Leader
of the army of Israel, the " Lord of Hosts."
erwards he was seen with the Three Chil-
dren in the fiery furnace, " like unto the Son of
marvel, then, that this tagel-Jehovah "
1 himself to the Father of the Faithful, as the
• High Priest, as the King of Kings.
rtiful the plan of Cod, in giving thus early
manifestation of the Messiah, God and
. —Forth comes the bread and wine. This
brings forth hre. id and wine " : and
Abraham, who pays him tithe-, as an
acknowledgment of !. tag Priesthood.
This enables St. Paul to prove that the Levitical
: shadow of a Priest-
it, and should endure f< tf
€lK ©rrat $\$ $>rust.
Page 15. — Unsired, unborn. St. Paul expressly
asserts that Melchizedek, " without father, without
mother, without descent, having neither beginning of
days nor end of life, . . . abideth a priest contin-
ually." He declares this of the same Melchizedek
who met Abraham; and he tells us that the similitude
11 King of Salem," means only that He is " the
Prince of Peace," as the name Melchizedek means
only that He is the King of Righteousness. The
parenthesis, "made like unto the Son of God," no
more affects the sense than when it is said in Daniel,
" One like the Son of Man came with clouds."
Page 16. — God's fellow. " The man that is My
fellow, saith the Lord of Hosts " (Zech. xiii. 7).
Page t6. — Ancient of Days. In Daniel's vision we
behold the Royal Priest more expressly portrayed, of
whom Zechariah says, " He shall be a Priest upon
Page 16. — Of Ages the Great Rock (Isaiah, xxiv. 4).
We should read the margin of our bibles and the
texts there cited for comparison. This true and close
rendering of the Hebrew is only in the margin of our
Page 17. — The name of Maiy is found in the Old
Testament in Marah, and in Miriam. The poem
ns to show how highly symbolical are these
names, and how truly prophetic. For Marafc
mck (Jeremiah, wiii. 5 ; also,
J, and vi. \i . The Branch is a name ol
Christ, and occurs in many places of Holy Scripture.
iy, as we learn in the margin of our bibles, " the
. ; 7-. may l>e rendered the
Branch, <>r the Sunrising.
[8. Marak and Miriam* These, like Maria and
Mary, are forms of the same name ; and we find both
together in the story of the lirst Paschal (Exodus, w.
Miriam's leprosy (Number-, ail. i<>>
expresses, a^ Marih does, the hitter taint of our
natural sinfulness, and the Branch i^ again brought
into view, as the Healer. The Mosaic System begins
with this significant introduction of the hidden Christ:
ileth Thee." All its sym-
bolism rebukes the false idea of "the Immaculate
Cone- Mary, and shows that this destroys
tted with Mohammed.
[7, — With heating in ; .
spring, as I hi (ranch ; and the
healing Branch >ied with '" iug,"
in the prophetic promise of Malachi, iv. 2. " '
iy name shall th(
ness arise with healing in bis wi
1 -. - 7 naturally
n ith < Ihristmas, is, in
en rate the
Conception of our Lord, in close connection with the
Paschal season, on the 25th of March, and that is the
date of the Magnificat. Christ's suffering, at this
time, the Fathers say, was "like the kid seethed in his
mother's milk." In this fanciful way they illustrate
the cruelty of those who crucified the Lord, in the
presence of His mother, and at the time of His
Page 18. — Of Gi/ead's Tree. The forests of
Gilead abounded in spice-bearing shrubs and bal-
samic trees. Jeremiah, viii. 22, is therefore beauti-
fully suggestive of the tree of Marah, and its medi-
cinal power, as also of the Good Physician.
Page 18. — Reigns from the Tree. The Cross is
made Messiah's throne, and I have made use of an
old reading of Psalm xcvi. 10, of which some of the
Primitive Fathers were very fond. Pilate's inscription
on the cross was meant as derision, but it was written
in three languages, as if in response to the Psalmist's
w T ords : " Tell it out among the heathen that the
Lord is King." It is undoubtedly true that the Jew-
ish Scribes altered their copies of the Scriptures in no
less than eighteen places, two, at least, of which were
meant to obliterate prophecies of the Crucifixion.
See Pearson on the Creed, art. iv.. p. 335.
Thus Tertullian (against Marcion, hi. 19) says :
" The Lord reigneth from the Tree, means Christ, who
overcame death by His suffering on the Cross, and
thence reigned — as death reigned before, from Adam
to Moses." So also Justin Martyr, who accuses the
Jews of erasing the words he quotes from the Psalms :
" The Lord hath reigned from the wood ; but no one
of your people ever reigned thus, save only He who
rucified, and who now liveth and reigneth among
the nations." I condense my quotation —for he
the whole Psalm. He seems to connect
with this idea the twelfth verse, " Then shall all the
id rejoice before the Lord," as it' the
could rejoice that the wood of the (
was transfigured into the Tree of Life. See Ante-
Am. Edition, Buffalo and New Vork,
1—5 6), \ ol. I. p. 176, n. 4. also p. 235 ; and VoL
III. p. 337. D. 3.
-For Cain's oblation, see Note IV.
ing eye. The reader will
turn to the incomparable dithyrambic ode of
the d) (Gen jclix.,vers 1, etc.), for
the references lure introduced.
J< >1>. \ix. 23
igenuityhas been able to n>I> tliis superb p.
\b ssianic character, as maintained in our I
Jish Version. £1 the J Vei sion sufficiently
rts this, and the Septuaginl alone is testimony
that >o it * Christ Came. See Dr.
is a marvellous name in the
"Jehoshua," by the prophetic act of Moses (Num.
xiii. 16), and adds to the idea of Sal va' ion that of
Jehovah ; i.e., " Jehovah-Salvation." This becomes
"Joshua" in the person of the typical "Jesus,"
referred to in Heb. iv. 8. Now, the angel gives
this name at last to Him who was the end of types :
"Thou shalt call His name Joshua (Jesus), for He
shall save His people from their sins." The divine
Saviour, " Jehoshua," combines the names "Jeho-
vah" and " Salvation."
% $\)\\\\\ of iattl).
Page 53. — The intolerably prosaic character of
vulgar minds is often outrivalled by the dulness of
strong intellects if they are merely mechanical in their
operations. This hymn celebrates the domain of
Faith ; not as hostile to Science, but as illuminating
Science, and yet restraining Imagination. There are
those who cannot smell the most fragrant flower, and
many cannot distinguish colours ; so, others have no
ear for music. All nature with its "incense-breath-
ing " seasons, and its profusion of radiant tints at
morn and even, is lost on such minds. What can they
see in the intense poetry of Scripture ? The lyrics of
the prophets are full of Pindaric touches and allusions
which are lost on them, because we cannot make
them express anything, mathematically. Instead of
enjoying a rose, they bring a crucible or a retort and
treat it chemically, finding nothing in it but so much
carbon. In spite of such critics, we enjoy a garden,
and we find it in Scripture.
— The Church, with imc Instinct! 1
this \ ;;i I loly Week, and in
close connection with Palm Sunday. Many imagine
that it should be kept till Easter week, because it
The answer i> — That is pre-
cisely what Palm Sunday foretells ; it antedates the
admit that the triumph is less
in on Palm Sunday than on Faster Day. The
prophet de-cries the dyed garments, before they were
. and this lie intimates when he drops the pro-
future of history and adopts the grammatical
future, in the words — " their blood shall be sprinkled
my garments, and I will stain all my raiment."
the future and the historic
on a familiar principle of prophecy, which " calletb
those things which be not a- though they were"
- . [n these verses this taken
of the rwoproph* hariah depicts th
old occur, the meek and lowly _\ hud,;
d : [saiah, as it should be
! amb slain from the found
of the world." and in that view full Is and
I ion of the tr:i
Judah, and not li I onqueror, from the founda-
. then, receives its double chai
Om the SU<
ing days ; and yet, as the Hosanna Sunday and the
Day of Palms, it is a festival in which the Victim and
the soldier are already seen, by faith, as the glorified
Priest and the Conqueror with dyed garments, whose
triumph was sure, from the foundation of the world.
Page 63. — The " Anointed One," for such is the
sense of the Hebrew Messiah and the Greek Christ, is
here conceived of as recognized by Mary of Bethany
in her loving act, which was inspired possibly by the
remarkable passage from the Canticles here prefixed
as a motto. He had accepted such a tribute from the
11 woman which was a sinner." She now offers a like
anointing on the part of "the virgins," and to show
Page 69. — The ancient church at Speyer has been
recently " restored " with costly and even magnificent
want of judgment. It has become a modern church
to all intents, and is no unfair symbol of the Latin
Church as modernized by the recent " new dogmas"
which have been so fatal to her catholicity. But the
quaint old mound in the south precinct has been re-
stored in a manner which, no doubt, faithfully repro-
duces the mediaeval effect of the original, and it is
very striking when seen in a moment of loneliness
and meditation. The poem is i truthful statement of
the impressions it seems capable of producing <>n i
Ustrian Muse. There are
sions when ''pedestrian " art. thus recognized by
e, becomes Legitimate in poetry. I have felt
that my desire to render that famous passage in the
Book of Wisdom, as literally a- the form of verse will
permit, furnishes a just occasion for the invocation
here introduced. It i- a pity that any Christian
should not feel the force of >uch a scripture, though
ryphal, as proving that Isaiah and other prophets
had sufficiently forewarned the Jews of their great
peril, in the day of Messiah's coming. See Archbishop
ion «»n I'-. \xxi\. 10, and the Note in West's
:i. Vol. Y. p. 62. Compare Plato, Republic^ II.
5 : and Cicero, Republic^ III. 17. It is not improbable
that Plato, thinking of his master, Socrates, had yet
been influenced by learned Jews to moralize as he
does >o prophetically. Jones of Nay land (I.ect. ix.)
on Plato's " Just One " (Works,
! >1. IV. p. j
>ic say he- r.w. ,1 Teuton. The idea
that 1 from May ;rrent in an old
legend, and has been revived of late by the discovery
of the graves of an old Hebrew legion on the Rhine;
which suggests that Jews had been quartered there,
while the natives were sent to Judea, a well-known
expedient of the Emperors. A governor who could
talk to them in their own dialect would have sug-
gested a reason for such transfer.
In these stanzas I have tried to treat his character
as the inspired writers, and as our Lord Himself, seem
to teach us to do. We must " judge nothing before
the time ; " and it is lawful to reflect that mercy to
the "chief of sinners" may be vouchsafed through
the " Chief of all the Sons of Men," whose name is
Jehovah-Salvation. I have ventured to treat his case
as a symbol of that of all the unevangelized ; of all,
in short, for whom the glorious Redeemer prayed,
when He said, " They know not what they do."
Page 96. — The xxv. of Isaiah is a marvellous tis-
sue embroidered with Messianic symbols. And how
striking the text here versified : "He shall spread
forth His hands in the midst of them, as he that
swimmeth spreadeth forth his hands to swim." The
following chapter is an Easter lesson, and the third
verse reads (see margin) : '* For the Lord Jehovah is
the Rock of Ages." In the writings of Tertullian, we
meet with a striking exposition of Moses' outstretched
arms as an emblem of the victory of the Cross. See
Against Marcion, b. iii. cap. 18.
N I ) I : 2 17
£!t i\hu\ of Sorrows.
-. — The child who frames a cross. In the
carpenter shop oi Joseph, the child Jesus i> repre se nted
by ( tverbeck, I suppose following older masters, as
sawing out a cross, in sorrowful child-play. It is a
touching embodiment of the opinion of the
Fathers, that all His life long our Lord's soul was
itened " v St. Luke, xii. 50) by a sense of the
baptism He was yet to be baptized with.
hose senses five % etc. I have here sug-
1 the crucifixion of sense, in its specialties, as
well as in its genera] form, as pait of our Lord's suf-
The indulgence of our senses, unchastened
by self-denial and fasting, Strikes me as forcibly
rebuked by the meditations I have here given.
£t)e %\xtt (Crosses.
Page 112. — The Thief's Repentant Cross. "The
planet Mercury, '" says one, " is rarely discovered;
pernicu>. never saw it : it shines too near the sun.
And so there is an object, i:i itself most iuminoUS,
which attracts too little attention, for a like rea
epentant thief, -<> near the
that few refl •«•: how marvellous
it i> in it> history, how full of instruction i> the exam-
ple it di-;.: and spontane-
ous faith, and, in short, how it glorifies the Cross of
Christ itself, by manifesting its power to convert, to
save, to regenerate, to sanctify, and to glorify." I
quote from a sermon of my own venerated father,
written and preached in his earliest professional days,
which is said to have been a matchless outburst of
eloquence, of feeling, and of power. This exordium
has been feebly reproduced in my verses.
Page 115. — The earth its depth, etc. The midway
stake of the cross betokens the depth and height ; and
the antenna, the breadth of its divine Mystery, the
all-embracing, the all-amazing Atonement. This is a
favourite view of the Fathers.
Page 118. — That minute event in the history of the
Crucifixion — mentioned by St, John only, in the
words, " and put it upon hyssop " — is one which con-
nects the Cross with some of the most significant of
the Mosaic types. For hyssop was used in sprinkling,
and denoted the cleansing power of the blood of
Jesus. But why so ? It was foreseen, this mere .
accident of the Passion ; and from this the Mosaic
ritual receives its exposition. We read that Solomon
" spake of trees, from the cedar tree that is in Leba-
non, even unto the hyssop that springeth out of the
wall ; " and here note that all analogy leads us to be-
lieve that the Cross was cedar, while the hyssop is what
we have said, and the wall is seen in Gen. xlix. 22.
Joseph's blessing — his vine, overrunning the Jewish
wall of separation, and blessing the outside Gentile
world — alike with purifying hyssop and invigorating
wine. "' Purge me with hyssop," says the Psalmist
The Paschal was Instituted in the sprinkling of blood
with ml so Mo
lished the Old Covenant, sprinkling alike the Book
and the people ( Heb. ix. i the I per*8
cleansing (Levit, \i\ .
John introduces Nicodemus, assist-
ing Joseph at the burial, with a reference to his
Jesus by night. That most interesting
w to the impressions with «
the ruler left the Divine Teacher, hut soon aft. I
1 of honourable conduct which
\ his fellow-] harisei s. P< rhaps
their iad a slant at Nicodemus,
to hint at their resolution to tol(
d among their number. In vei
treat him with a warning in form <>f a question, and
with a scornful reference to the Galilean teacher.
What, tlui ive moment that brought
him to disci when he
mind I John, iii. I ].
I hi- would
bended at tl
Nicodemus came forward, boldly, to claim the place
to which Isaiah had summoned " the rich," so many
ages beforehand (Isa. liii. 9).
Page 126. — I have regarded the Canticles as a store-
house of poetical imagery, applicable to the facts
revealed concerning the Bridegroom and the Bride.
Chapter iii. (verses 5-7) supplies the conformities I have
borrowed here. From chapter ii. 7, I have borrowed
the closing stanza. It may be well to note here that
the Canticles are an idyllic amplification of Psalm
xlv., and this must be expounded by Ephes. v. 25-33.
It is to be regretted that even the Revision retains the
unhappy renderings (Cant. vii. 1-3) which confound
articles of the Bride's dress with the parts of the
body they covered — as if the epaulettes of an officer
were translated his "shoulders." There is strong
reason to favour the idea that this idyl, while it glorifies
wedded love, and proves its innocence and its mystic
reference to Christ and His Church, celebrates, also,
the conversion of Solomon to a life of conjugal purity
and of absolute devotion to her who can say, " I am
my Beloved's, and my Beloved is mine" (Cant. vi. 3).
Page 129. — The amazing unity of Scripture furnishes
the believer a strong ground for confidence, which
blind unbelief take aw.i
in the A:
B P° n Vnd here let the
rule of heraldry be kept in view : when the Lion is
nly bis noble and royal qualities.
Ice treachery of the animal is reserved to
my, who "goeth about seeking whom
he may devour
1. It is evident thai our Lord sprang out of Judah.
Judah is a lion's whelp . . . he stoi
. he OOUched a- a lion, and a- an old lion ; who
• him up ? ( ien. \li\. 9.
I -ion of the tribe of Judah. th
:. hath prevailed. Rev.
r quote. 1, . r
i. He hath broken I : d em the
f iron in sunder Ps. cvii. 16.
2. Free among the d I Ps, Ixxxviii. 5 -.
4- The I lough for his w!
: dieth no :
Rom. vi. 9.
len inclosed ... a spring shut up, a
foun; Cant. iv. 12.
8. I am tormented in this flame. Luke, wi. 24.
I me of the
ftljc Sir* £ot\Q.
Page 135. — Describing the hills of Naphtali, says a
modern traveller: " The perfume of a thousand flowers
filled the air, poppies, anemones, marigold, convol-
vulus ... a glowing mosaic of rainbow hues.
We turned into a wild glen, where the voice of the
turtle floated from tree to tree, and the cooing of
countless wood-pigeons ran like a stream of soft
melody along the jagged cliffs above us." — Porter's
Giant Cities, p. 267.
Page 139. — A French writer has remarked : " Toute
l'antiquite s'est accordee a reconnoitre dans les oiseaux
quelque chose de divin. . . . Aristophane, dans
sa comedie Des Oiseaux, fait allusion a cette tradi-
The mockery of the King of Assyria has supplied me
with a text to which I have tried to give an orthodox
use, taking forth honey oat of a dead carcass. There
is much to be said of birds ; and I wonder so little
has been written of these wonderful creatures, their
eggs, their habits of migration, their amazing beauty,
their songs, and the miracle of their triumph over
gravitation, their inexplicable hold upon thin air,
their power of wing, their strange life in mid-ocean,
their mysterious loves and nest-buildings, their ex-
quisitc delicacy and decency of sexual formation, and
the lavish hand with which God has adorned them
and displayed His power in them, making them such
tokens of lli> skill, from the humming-bird to the
£bc llonal Darn.
je 14^. A popular travel-writer speaks fre-
quently of the scarlet robes winch are worn in Syria,
even in our times, as a token of rank. " The Village
Sheikh." he say-, "was there to welcome us, con-
►US in his scarlet robe, which, to this day, i.-> the
badge of royalty, or power, among the inhabitants of
tine." — Porter's Giant Cities t p. 173.
ge 14;. — Zarah's wrist — Gen. uexviii. 2^. The
illuminating faith of the early Christians i> beau-
tifully seen in the views of Iremvus touching this
sign. He regards it as Christ's token on the seed
of Judah, withdrawing its faith from Him. hut still
claimed by Him. for a future birth in the Gospel.
riet token upon Him is the pas-ion of the
Just One, Abel, and by the prophets
delineated, but in the J perfected by the Son
," — Irena . iv. 2.
Page 145. — RaJiai Clement
11 Thi d to this purpose, that she
should display from her dwell- let thie.nl.
Making it plain thai i m should flow,
the Lord, to all that belie\e and
ia :i 1-
Page 146. — Scarlet wool. — Heb. iv. 19. " He took
the blood of calves and of goats, with water and
scarlet wool and hyssop, and sprinkled both the Book
and all the people, saying, This is the blood of the
Page 146. — Scarlet robe. — St. Matthew, xxvii. 28.
The scarlet robe was embroidered with purple of
reddish tinge, and the robe was described accordingly
as purple or scarlet.
Page 146. — The Bride. — Cant. iv. " Thy lips are
a thread of scarlet, and thy speech is comely."
The Church speaks with comely words, when her
lips are baptized with the blood of the Lamb. The
same Greek word which is rendered scarlet is some-
times rendered crimson, as in Isa. i. 18.
Page 146. — The living Bird. — Levit. xiv. 6. The
rabbins tell us that the bird was bound to the cedar
by the scarlet yarn.
Caster in Patmns.
Page 151. — The Day the Lord had made. — The
Lord's Day pre-eminently (Ps. cxviii. 24) is the An-
nual Paschal, but every Lord's Day is a lesser Easter.
Without attempting to settle the critical question
whether it was Easter-Day when St. John saw, once
more, the risen Lord, I adopt a Paschal interpretation
of the whole Book, as a key to its divine imagery and
intent. And such is the argument of this poem,
which I humbly trust is auxiliary to its truth.
£hc SUtftU on the ;\rfc.
:.— Tin- Ark of the Covenant is one of the
stimonies to the evangelical nature of
the Hebrew mysteries. It was enshrined within the
veil ; no eye beheld it there, save only the high
priest's . .,n<l even he could do this not
without the most solemn purifyings and acts of atone-
ment for himself and for the people. When carried
through the wilderness, its terrible sanctity was
d in the most remarkable manner, and awful
punishments fell on those who profaned it, by curi-
familiar care for it. May I ven-
ture here to warn against the blasphemous profane -
i making counterfeits of the Ark, and using this
symbol of the Divine Presence in the rites of modern
lid to be done? Compare I. Sam. vi.
19, 20, and II. Sam. 6, 7 The cherubim, whose
figures were wrought into the pure gold of the cover,
and not screwed on t<> it, seem to intimate the unity
of ang' lie and human beings in the I item ;
and they V look down upon the
*' met —the burnished lid, resplendent with
supernatural light, which closed upon the Ark, cover-
ing over ■ iw within. Thus was
W, with it> direful threats of JUSl
hidden by the . in the Atonem-
marvellous and comprehensive
that • tli desire to look into it" (I. I
: " Mercy 1
judgment ; " an apparent | to the glorified
mercy-seat, over against the stone tables of Law,
which it hid from sight. The text which I have
made a motto to this poem uplifts the same thought
to the heavens. All heaven learns new lessons of the
Divine Love from the salvation of sinners, and from
the experiences of the Church Militant here on earth.
This lends unutterable grandeur to the expressions of
St. Paul, "Seen of Angels" (I. Tim. iii. 16), as
applied to " God, manifest in the flesh."
Page 165. — Great Pan revives. — The reader will
recall a mysterious story of Plutarch, concerning
what happened one day, in the time of Tiberius, to
a party sailing on the Ionian gulf, near the Echin-
ades. Voices in the air cried out, Great Pan is dead ;
and Christians have attributed the phenomenon to
" some powers of the air," in their consternation,
when the earth trembled at the death of Christ.
Tiberius was alarmed when told of the incident ; and
this is a noteworthy fact as the one response of history
to the natural inquiry, Did the Caesar receive any
intimation of the amazing event which makes his
ignoble reign so memorable in human annals ? May
not the official report of Pilate have afforded him the
real ground of his alarm when he heard this story,
allowing certain " Acts of Pilate " to have been a
real base for the fabrication that bears the name ?
See Dacier's Plutarque, Vol. VIII., p. 285. I have
imagined a corresponding impression produced upon
Thamus (the pilot of the story) by the concussi<
»tcr Morning.* 1
iy6. — Hath I/r not said the Christian's cliihi,
" Else were your children unclean, bat now
bey holy ' (I. Cor. vii. 14). " If the root be
holy, so arc the branches' 1 (Rom. \i. 10. This
poem is designed for the comfort of over-scrupulous
iences, and over-anxious inquirers about the
heathen ; of whom I have found examples in pa>toral
: .ence. among some of the best of men and
i\ fchfliiflbt for the Sailers.
j. — St. Augustine is not the earliest of the
rs to enlarge upon the text 1 have chosen for a
recollect that he anywhere folio
earlier authority in the pretty conceit of the figure of
the cro-> made by the outstretched wrings of the bird.
Bat he t : : to the burden :
burden hath wii
1 pluck off i of a bird, thou rem
; but the nv»re of that burden thou
he more to earth the bird must el
ISC thou hast unburdened her;
her back the freight — she tlieth."
(lx. 6, Anglican). S. Aug. Opp. Tom. IV., p. 719.
Paris': Migne, 1865.
St. Bernard copies the great African doctor as fol-
lows : " Leve Salvatoris onus, quo crescit amplius, eo
portabilius est. Nonne et aviculas levat, non onerat
pennarum sive plumarum numerositas ipsa ? Tolle
eas, et reliquum corpus pondere suo fertur ad ima.
Sic disciplinam Christi, sic suave jugum, sic onus
leve, quo deponimus, eo deprimimur ipsi : quia
portat potius quam portatur." S. Bernard. Epist.
ccclxxxv. Opp. Vol. I., p. 691. Ed Paris, 1839.
Page 184. — Not here are amaranthine bowers. The
flowers of June made me pensive even as a child : to
see them fade so soon tortured me. I remember the
thrill with which I heard my father quote those lines
of Cowper's ki Task" :
" The only amaranthine flower on earth
Is virtue • the only lasting treasure— Truth."
He explained to me this word " amaranthine," and
gave its etymology. The impression has never faded
from my mind and heart.
Page 185. — There is a rainbow round the throne.
Just so the evanescent splendour of the rainbow was
painful, till I learned to dwell on the truth expressed
in this stanza. I longed for something imperishable.
I find it in the vision of Patmos : " There was a rain-
bow round about the throne, in sight like unto an
lid ; " the mixed Light of amethyst and tODfl
domii ring-like rainbow, in which
the fiei I ; so, il »
to me, we ought to understand il
and the nimbus of his holy
: "I saw another mighty
D from heaven, clothed with a cloud,
rhus Re* i latiou
gles with human language when it speaks of the
In the soul , etc.
The ninth stanza in the preceding poem aims, like
thi>, I g idea, which is beautifully
rendered by Ancillon as follow
affections dn cceur quelque ch ee de pur et de desuv
se, qui annonce I'excellence et la dignitc de
Page 1 36. — Who b xyside rill.
Ope, bridant de ROif, U Si
la vallce." etc. This illustrates the
mist, in a manner ; but Messiah t>
lly to " lift up i !
and 1 nii\
€|)c €ui0 |3cntca>0ts.
Page 191. — Goodness my glory is. "And he said :
I beseech Thee shew me thy glory. And He said, I
will make all my goodness pass before Thee." Exod.
xxxiii. 18, 19. The immense significance of this
Scripture, where it stands, in connection with Sinai
and the second inscription of the Decalogue upon
tables of stone, is what the poem designs to illustrate.
Compare Deut. xxxiv. 1-5. Was it not at this time
that " all His goodness " was made to pass before
Moses, prophetically ?
Page 191. — The still small voice, etc. I. Kings,
xix. 12. In the extremity of Israel's degeneracy
Elijah goes back to Horeb, as if to ask whether
"the fiery Law " would never be avenged. How
significant the answer God vouchsafed : a premoni-
tion of the second and more glorious Pentecostj the
mission of the Comforter.
Page 192. — In connection with Isaiah, xi. 2, 3, it
is instructive to observe (Rev. i. 4, iii. 1, iv. 5, and
v. 6) : the prominence given to the sevenfold gifts
of the Spirit, in the great Prophecy of the New Cove-
nant. This Pentecostal Hymn aims in some degree
to celebrate the practical blessings of these gifts.
I, — Let me give the translation of this mosl
ancient hymn of the Church as arranged, from Bishop
Andrewes, in a modern Oxford edition ;
\ fill LlGH r
be Holy ('.lory of tin- Father,
Immortal, Heavenly. Holy, Blessed,
Beholding the Evening Light,
The Father and the Son.
And the Holy Spirit of God.
Worthy art Thou, in all sea-
With Bacred voices to be hymned.
rof Hope ;
Wherefore the world glorifieth Thee,
( ) J< yt'ul Ll
Of the Holy Glory,
1 have rearranged the stichometry, and ventured to
repeat the first lines as a refrain at the close. I have-
always thought it must have been sune; with such a
refrain, unless, indeed, it concluded with one of St.
bich I am persuaded he often
borrows from the Church*s hymns. S icene
American edition, Vol II. p l, and
'I hi- the ; in the dai
h they noted the accustomed hour of the
declifl Id behold no other Light than Christ's
shining in their tools. Who ha- not seen the <
tian lamps taken from their tombs, marked by the acros-
tical 1X&V2, and the XP, or the apocalyptic Alpha
and Omega ? When Padre Marchi showed me such
relics in the Jesuit College at Rome — " Observe," said
I to the venerable man, " how these early Christians
worshipped Jesus and the Trinity, not Mary and ' the
Star of the Sea ' ; and how closely they stuck to Holy
Scripture." The Jesuit looked unutterable things ;
but he answered nothing to the purpose.
When I have taken one of these Christian relics in
my hand, I have seemed to see some Christian vestal
about to be thrown to the lions on the morrow, but
trimming her lamp to go forth and meet the Bride-
groom, as she chanted her sweet even-song of faith
and hope — ' ' O Joyful Light ! " With this idea, please
read it over. Innumerable Christians have sung it on
the eve of martyrdom. It moves mc to tears as I
recite it with this thought. Bishop Andre wes' copy
of the original Greek was found in his private prayer-
book bedewed with his weeping. Take then this
hymn of the martyr Christians at the close of day, as
evidence of their faith and piety.